#just gushing fo read their stuff

[therealstacyfakename]

God polish_Amber is that girl in 9-1-1 fanfic I love everything they write and know I’ll love the stuff I haven’t read yet

[httpvomitello]

I GOT AN IDEA :D

Ok so, reader is 2012 April's best friend but reader is male so the turtles think they are dating.

After donnie gets jelous one day after april brags about what reader made for her (also thinking wielder reader, like working with metal so thinking jewelry and or small weapons , the turtles and casey ask if they are dating when april let's it slip that reader is gay.

Maybe there could be a think where reader gains a crush on one of the turtles and starts making small things for them like rings that fit their hands, bracelets, small pocket knives hes made just for them, ext, I think it would be pretty neat

You don't have to do this ask of course, your writing is so much fun to ready, I always have a blast reading your work :D

Hello, hello! Thank you for enjoying reading what I write, it makes me very happy! Although requests are CLOSED at the moment, reading your request made me want to write about it, so... Yeah, I did. But guys, please read the rules, so you know when it's okay to ask! Anyway, I hope you like it ~ ♡♡♡♡

Do you want to go out with me? *⁠.⁠✧

It was a normal evening in the lair when the conversation turned toward April. It wasn’t unusual—she was a frequent topic of discussion, especially for Donnie—but this time, it wasn’t her escapades with school or her time spent with the Turtles that got them talking. It was you.

You, April’s best friend, had recently made her a stunning bracelet, one of your many custom metalwork creations. She’d shown it off with pride during one of her visits to the lair, gushing about how thoughtful and talented you were.

“You should’ve seen it, guys,” she said, holding out her wrist for the hundredth time. “Y/N made it by hand! He even personalized it with little engravings—look, it has my initials!”

Donnie’s mood visibly soured as April raved about your talent and kindness. He crossed his arms, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Sounds like you two are pretty close,” he muttered, trying (and failing) to sound indifferent.

“Of course we are! Y/N’s been my best friend for years,” April replied.

Raph smirked, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, but is he just your best friend? 'Cause it sounds like Donnie here’s thinkin’ otherwise.”

“Shut up, Raph,” Donnie snapped, his face flushing a deep shade of red.

April blinked, then let out a loud laugh. “Oh my gosh, you guys think Y/N and I are dating?”

“Well, yeah,” Mikey said, popping a slice of pizza into his mouth. “I mean, you’re always talking about him, and he makes you stuff. Kinda sounds like boyfriend material to me.”

Casey chimed in with a snort. “Can’t blame the guy if he’s into you. You’re a catch, Red.”

April waved her hands frantically. “No, no, no! You’ve got it all wrong! Y/N’s gay!”

The room fell silent.

“Oh,” Mikey said, pizza halfway to his mouth. “Well, that explains a lot.”

Donnie’s eyes widened as he processed the information, a mix of relief and embarrassment washing over him. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah,” April confirmed, laughing. “I can’t believe you guys thought we were dating. He’s like my brother.”

From that moment, the tension eased… or so it seemed. Donnie couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for assuming the worst about you. When you visited the lair a few days later, he kept his distance at first, unsure how to act around you now that he knew the truth.

But you? You were completely unfazed.

“Hey, Donatello,” you greeted with a warm smile as you approached him. “April’s told me all about your tech skills. Pretty impressive stuff.”

Donnie blinked, caught off guard by your casual friendliness. “Uh, thanks,” he replied, fiddling with the edge of his staff.

“You know,” you continued, “I’ve been thinking about making something for you guys. April says you’re always busy saving the city, so I figured you could use a little appreciation.”

Donnie’s face flushed slightly. “That’s... really thoughtful of you.”

True to your word, you started crafting small gifts for each of the Turtles. It started with practical things—like a custom pocket knife for Raph and a set of throwing stars for Mikey—but over time, your gifts became more personal.

For Donnie, you made a sleek metal bracelet with subtle engravings of his favorite equations. He stared at it for a long time when you gave it to him, tracing the intricate designs with his fingers.

“This is... incredible,” he said softly.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It’s nothing, really. Just thought it might be your style.”

Donnie looked up at you, his heart skipping a beat. “It’s perfect.”

It wasn’t long before the others started picking up on your growing interest in Donnie. You spent more time in his lab, asking questions about his inventions and offering to help where you could. You even started bringing him snacks when he got too absorbed in his work to eat.

Mikey was the first to notice.

“Dude,” he whispered one night when you’d stepped out of the lab. “Y/N totally likes you.”

Donnie nearly dropped the tool he was holding. “What? That’s ridiculous.”

“C’mon, it’s so obvious!” Mikey insisted. “He’s always hanging around you, making you stuff, bringing you food. That’s love language if I’ve ever seen it.”

Donnie tried to brush it off, but the more he thought about it, the more Mikey’s words made sense.

One evening, as you were finishing up a new project in your workshop—a custom screwdriver set for Donnie. You found yourself wondering if Donnie notice the little things you did for him? Did he even like you back?

You decided to take a chance.

The next time you visited the lair, you handed Donnie the screwdriver set with a shy smile. “I made this for you,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.

Donnie took the set, his eyes widening as he examined each piece. “You made this?”

“Yeah,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. “I figured it might come in handy for your lab stuff.”

Donnie looked up at you, a soft smile spreading across his face. “Y/N, this is... amazing. Thank you.”

You hesitated, then decided to just go for it. “Donnie, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he said, setting the tools aside.

You took a deep breath. “Do you... I mean, would you want to go out sometime? Like, just the two of us?”

Donnie’s eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought you’d completely misread the situation. But then he smiled—soft and genuine—and nodded.

“I’d like that,” he said.

Your heart swelled with relief and excitement as you returned his smile.

[madame-fear]

Omg those three following Luke and y/n around would be like straight out of a sitcom! Those three losers antics to avoid being seen increase in ridiculousness as the night goes on. You see tall as hell Aemond trying to hide behind a tiny plant, you’ve got Jace ripping a newspaper/magazine out of some poor unsuspecting souls hands and tries to hide his face behind it, and then there’s Aegon literally diving into the fountain to avoid being spotted (ended up creating a huge scene bc it’s a fountain Aegon, what’s wrong with you?). Things get wild after the fountain bc now these three hooligans have mall security trailing them after causing such a public disturbance 🤣 and the shenanigans continue

Bonus points, Luke and y/n obviously see everything and go from doing cute couple things to increasingly weirder stuff just to get hilarious/confused reactions from the guys!

THEY ARE THE TREE MUSKETEERS OF FAILURE. They literally do look like taken out of a sitcom! 😭

I can imagine them doing the most weird, inconvenient shit just to get a little peek of whatever the hell Luke and you are doing out on your evening date together. For example, to pass unrecognised, they will literally enter the fucking shopping mall with sunglasses at night.

Hell, and that's not enough! I know Jace and Aemond would send Aegon to enter with sunglasses to one of the stores both Luke and you entered just to spy on you and don't be recognised by anyone. Though of course, he gets stared at more than he should because... sunglasses?? Inside a shopping mall store while visiting at night time??? hello????? Ofc one of the workers of the store suspect of him and forces him out, but he's not a robber, he's — all of them are — just dumb. And their excuses are even worse.

“Sir, may I ask, why are you wearing glasses inside the store?” “You wouldn't get it. People make too much eye contact with me and that just drains too much my energy and good vibes—” “Okay, sir, are you going to buy something or not? Otherwise get the hell out of here or I'm calling security on you.”

They ended up calling security on them, sooner or later. Their silly mode just got even more intense, to the point they had to escape from the claws of the shopping mall security.

Why? because they had no other better idea than to cause disturbance around the mall. When spotting both Luke and you hanging around the mall holding hands or entering a store or whatever, Aemond would hide in a tiny plant that's not even half the size of him, Jace rips the newspapers from an elderly man's hands only to read the news backwards while trying to hide his face behind of it, and Aegon just... dives into the mall's fountains, provoking an absolute mess of water all around him, and getting wet himself. So, since they are public disturbance — ESPECIALLY Aegon —, they all had to do a great runaway from the mall security, passing as three lunatics... while Luke and you stared from afar, laughing your asses off at these idiots.

But the security mall was never enough to stop them! They left the shopping for a while — while complaining to themselves like whiny bitches bc they can't spy on you —, only to return afterwards and spot that you two were still in the shopping mall! And you stood there, knowing they'd return. So you decide to fuck around them for a while more. From going to drink something at a random mall's coffee shop together while holding hands and kissing and calling each other sweetly sickening nicknames just to briefly stare at them holding their shit from afar and fangirling like little girls, to going together to the bathroom stalls and messing each other's clothings and makeups to make it look like you had something intimate in there. The last one would make them just stare at each other with a pale ass face, proceeded by public fangirl-gushing and whisper-shouting to themselves at what the hell did you just do.

Nor Lucerys nor you are stupid, so you like going to dates more often than you should just for the fun of messing around these three goofballs. It's like a hobby now.

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[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 3) Chapter 10 Girl’s Day Out

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: Rosalee and Juliette take Lorelei out for the day.

“This is so cute.” Juliette said, holding out a dress to Lorelei.

“Oooh, nice. I like the feel of it.”

Saturday saw Lorelei hitting Nordstrom’s with Juliette and Rosalee. They figured they could look at clothes, maternity and other, and baby stuff in one go. So far, they had found a few things for Lorelei including shorts and other pants, some tops and dresses, including a more formal one. Lorelei wasn’t interested in getting a whole lot right now. Maybe when the weather started to cool down, she might get some more stuff for the fall.

“Hey, check this out.” Rosalee said, holding something up. “It’s a belly band, seems like it will be useful later in the pregnancy. It offers ergonomic support.”

Lorelei checked it out. “I might wait until later on to get one, when I have an idea of how big I’ll be.” She told Rosalee who nodded.

After grabbing a body pillow in addition to the clothes, they headed over to the baby section. “Wow, there is so much stuff.” Juliette commented.

“I know. I think I might just focus on some clothes and some smaller stuff for now.” Lorelei told them, as they gushed over the baby clothes.

Rosalee held up a little dress. “Look how tiny it is. So cute.” She cooed.

As they continued looking through the baby stuff, Lorelei became aware of a woman watching them. A couple of times she glanced the woman’s way, only for her to look away quickly. Eventually, the woman seemed to have found the confidence to say something. “You should be ashamed of yourself, having a baby so young.” The woman said to Lorelei. “Do you even know who the father is? You young girls are so promiscuous nowadays.”

Lorelei was quite surprised that this older woman seemed so bothered by a stranger’s pregnancy. “I…I…” She stuttered; her arms wrapped almost protectively around her belly. She felt tears well up, and she bit her lip to keep from crying.

“Hey, back off lady.” Rosalee said, looking at the woman in anger. For a moment, Lorelei saw her woge.

“Yeah, where do you get off making assumptions like that?” Juliette added, looking as pissed off as Rosalee.

The woman sputtered for a moment, clearly not expecting someone to call her out like that. She gave Lorelei one last judgemental look before stalking off. Rosalee and Juliette turned to Lorelei. “Hey, don’t cry. That bitch has no idea what she’s talking about.” Rosalee said, gathering Lorelei into her arms.

“Yeah, she needs to send that attitude back to the fifties, where it belongs.” Juliette said, joining in on the hug.

“Damn hormones, I usually have a thicker skin than this.” Lorelei said, laughing slightly, wiping away the tears that had fallen.

The other two women laughed as well. “Come on. I think you’ve been on your feet long enough Mama. Let’s go have lunch.” Rosalee suggested, brushing a strand of hair out of Lorelei’s face.

“But we haven’t even looked at stuff for you guys.” Lorelei told them.

“Eh, let’s be honest. We are here for you.” Juliette said. “And let’s go. I am starving. Putting bitches in their place is hunger inducing.”

The woman had lunch at a nearby restaurant. After they had ordered Juliette asked Lorelei how things had been going with Sean and what living with him was like.

“Things are going really well. He is so supportive. And excited about the baby.” Lorelei told them, as the waitress stopped by the deliver their drinks. “I’ve found him reading my pregnancy books on more than one occasion. I do miss him though.”

“You haven’t heard from him?”

Lorelei shook her head. “No, but I expected that.”

“And he didn’t tell you where he was going or what he was doing?”

��No. But at least he was somewhat honest with me.”

Their food soon arrived, and the topic shifted to Lorelei’s pregnancy and baby names. “I’ll have to discuss it with Sean, but I really like Marielle as a middle name. My top four choices for the first name are Olivia, Charlotte, Liliana, and Davina.”

“They are all beautiful names.” Rosalee commented, after swallowing a mouthful of food. She exchanged a look with Juliette. “There is something we need to start planning, and that is your baby shower.”

Lorelei looked at them in surprise. “Oh. I hadn’t even thought about that. You guys don’t have to do that.”

“It is tradition for a pregnant woman’s friends to plan and host the baby shower.” Juliette told her. “We just need a list of people to invite. You can leave the rest up to us.”

“And we should probably decide on a date.” Rosalee said. “I was thinking maybe in mid-September.”

Lorelei was touched her friends wanted to do this for her. And she had a feeling there was no point in arguing with them about. However, Lorelei was also mindful that her pregnancy was currently considered high risk. She had no idea what was going to happen. Perhaps the baby shower should happen a little sooner. “Maybe a little bit sooner.” Lorelei admitted, her hand coming to rest on her belly. “Just in case I have any complications, or I have to go on bed rest, or the baby comes sooner than expected.”

Rosalee looked at her in concern. “You’re still having issues with your blood pressure?”

Lorelei nodded. “Yeah, it still hasn’t gone down. Even with the aspirin. I mean, maybe it will now that I don’t have to worry about school, but…I don’t know. I try not to think about it too much, but I am worried. Hearing about the potential complications from hypertension does have me a little scared.” She sighed. “I have an appointment next Friday. I think if my blood pressure still hasn’t changed, I might need to consider starting maternity leave from work, early.”

Juliette rubbed her back soothingly. “Starting maternity leave early might be a good idea. And if there is anything more, we can do for you, let us know.”

Rosalee smiled warmly at her. “Whatever you need. We’re here for you.”

Lorelei felt tears well up, feeling emotional at the love she felt for her friends. “Thanks guys.”

Juliette handed her a napkin. “More tears.”

Lorelei laughed. “These ones are happy, I promise.”

A/N: Just a short little chapter. I wanted one with some bonding between the three main ladies.

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[dollivication]

Haihiiii! Yu kno, thinkin on everythin, I came into da dmc fandom totally normal. Just wanted to laik, make an oc to ship with characters but ended up makin a daughter/Nero's twin oc and went about my life normally... buuuut then completely derailed the moar I read fanfics of the bois. Now I see all these incest bots and stuff on here people mention and fanfics and i'm laikkk (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ gimmie some o dat gross shiet, u gotta live for daddy Vergil and nastayyy uncle Dante and omg Nerooo. My girl gettin' railed, it's UNHEALTHY but mmmf. Someone lock us away in horny jail with a big ol' BONK. Also I love ur lactating Dante bot WAYYY too muuuch, my mans got supply for everyone. There's somethin bout it that makes my brain go monke mode, laik yessss imma slap dem demon tiddies and kiss em better. He should know better than to just let em hang out around my girl Lily (my dmc oc lol), she's a devious little thing that loves bein as teasing and terrible as her father (n˘v˘•)¬. He's man tiddies gon have bite marks after we done, DAYUM ANYWAY, back to bein normallll. Look after yourself, drink plenty o water, take breaks if you need to! Otherwise, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, DOLLY, ILYSM, YOU'RE A GIFT FROM THE GODS WITH ALL THE GOLD YOU DELIVER Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

WUWAAAAAA TJANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LOOKING OWT 4 ME AND YOYR KIND WORDS!!!! I WILL BE SURE TO TAKE LOTS OF CARE!!!! PLEASE PROMISE TO DEW THE SAME!!❤️❤️❤️

ITSMRKTKRKSGHD I HAD NO CLUE THAT PEOPLE WOULD FW DMC INCEST AND GENERAL ICKINESS!! laik,, looking in the dmc tags…. maybe i just haven’t looked right but there seems. to be a lack of dead dove it made me i felt so peculiar LMFAO…💔💔 BUT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO KNOW THERES PEOPLE I CAN GUSH WITH ABOUT PERVY UNCLE DANTE AND MEAN DAD VERGIL,,, ETC!!!

leading dmc dead dove cult.. we are wanted for 60k LMFOA we need fo be locked away…. AND UWAAAA YOURE TICKLING ME PINK???? IM SO HAPPY YOURE HAVING FUN WITH THE DANTE LACTATING BAWT!!! his tiddies are meant to be sucked idk… good made them voluptuous for a reason what i do to him is out of my control HELPEMEMEM

AWWWW WAIT I LOVE HEARING ABT PPLS OCS it’s so interezing methinks… >.< i think lily outfreaking dante would be funny… yur literawy so sweet ASDJFKSKJFG!!,,!?\\ I PROMISE TO PRODUCE MORE YUCKY STUFF!!! FOR THE DOLLY BELIEVERS RAHHHH

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

The yapping anon is back to yap some more about LUKE AND KIERAN BECAUSE AAAAAAAAH I'll give you a seatbelt because boy I don't know how long this one will turn out... Once again I apologize in advance aaldjksj this is actually my 2nd time writing it because tumblr app decides to wiped my first text vomit

LIKE. You don't know how MUCH I reread the fic multiple times after I send the ask up until NOW. Either reading my favorite scenes, reading the particular scene I was craving to reread, or simply reread the whole thing fully again and again! You got me stuck on a brainrot and I won't have it any other way.

THE WHOLE THING IS JUST SO GOOD.... I somehow use Kieran's dialogues as a divider of how it is organized scene by scene in my head, and... Personally, I don't know what about it but "Later. Later. I'm not done with you. Just— shit. Just be quiet." GETS ME EVERYTIME. IT IS SIMPLY THE PART I KEPT REPEATING THE MOST BECAUSE--- AAAAH?? I DON'T KNOW. THE DESPERATION AND URGENCY IN THAT SINGLE LINE GOT ME FEELING SO MANY THINGS EVERY SINGLE TIME AAAAA. AND THE GOOD GIRL PRAISE BEFORE THAT?? I'M WEAK. ALSO THE UNCHARACTERISTIC BEGGING?? AAH!!! ALSO THE AMOUNT OF FRUSTRATION ON THE NEXT SHIT FUCK IT'S SO HOT!!! AND THEN!!! THEN!!! THE ABSOLUTE BURNING DESIRE THAT HE STILL TRIES TO DENIES AS HE SHAKES HIS HEAD AND CHANTING CAN'T WHILE HE KISS US BREATHLESS ALSJALDJSJSJS The way he crumbles afterward, the wall he kept beyond the reach of the mask as he finally breaks down crying!!! I'm sorry Kieran but the part you cried might possibly be my most favorite part- I love the vulnerability of it so so much. Those chants of I can't.... sigh. And don't get me started with the confession that's so soft... I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I've said it in my initial ask and I'll say it again I'M SO HAPPY HE SAYS IT FIRSTTTT I FEEL LIKE THE ORDER OF THE CONFESSION MEANT SOOOO MUCH.

But I also can't get enough of rereading the rules- those descriptions when he knew, and we know he knows. The moments dancing in a thin line!! And the flashback of the first time aaaaaah I really love the part he gives us the choice, taunting us, and then moves so swiftly and quickly to make us come undone like AAH THE CASUAL PETNAMES DROPPPP the authority in his words!! I love the descriptions of the less intimate stuff of his actions that feel like it means something and it is something. You wrap up the canon interaction and lace it up into beautiful description sobs I also love the casual nonchalant of the beginning part and how soft and gentle vulnerable moments slips in at the end ALL IN ALL I JUST WANNA SAY I TRULY LOVE EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS FIC AND I MIGHT BE REPEATING MYSELF A LOT BUT AAAAAAAH I really can't have enough rereading and gushing about it!!

Also YES!!! Initially, I don't have any thoughts about the twins face, I was satisfied with them faceless behind that mask because they're absolutely handsome and stunning as it is, but GOSH your fic made me finally depict a face for him and essentially them!! Thanks to your fic I now have my own headcanon of their face and I just want to smush that face and pepper kisses all over them GRRR *hisses in cute aggression* I know that descripting something that instead can't be described is a MASSIVE challenge and definitely difficult, that's why I want to compliment you specifically on it in the initial ask! I appreciate so much how it basically gives us freedom to imagine what kind of face is behind that mask, and yet give us(well at least in my case this is absolutely truth:) enough stimulation to explore our own imagination of how the face behind it is. You did an incredible job aaaaaaaaah I cannot put enough compliments into words ;;

AND AAAAAAAAAAH??? THE DRAFT???? OH GOSH THE DRAFT!!!! I WOULD D E V O U R THAT. You got me whipped with Kieran, if Luke were to actually appear in the fic I would be IN SHAMBLES 😭 I WOULD READ THAT NO MATTER HOW LITTLE OR HOW LONG IT IS... I'LL LIVE FOR IT... (Not being actual pressure for you to write it, of course! I'm just fangirling) I love how the fic ended up focusing fully on Kieran but that scene would've tied out the missing pieces so well!!! I'll love it either way sobs

AND YES I REALLY LOVE HOW HE'S THE YOUNGER OF THE TWO!!! ;; I'm usually attracted to the chatty one rather than the quiet one, and I tend to go with the older than the younger one but for Kieran he's just bulldozing his way into my heart with a banner that says "THIS USER IS A LUKE AND KIERAN TRUTHER" and I'm all in for it

Is it now the time for me to says after I read the fic for the first time I decided to dug your entire #(this user is a luke and kieran truther) tag and have seen that, along with the other character analysis, all the little asks about them, along with everything else in between??? 🥺🥺 Also my initial bias is also Xavier!! So I feel you so much, the difference is Sylus AND his henchmen hit me like a truck and made me lose my single bias title....

While on this topic I actually have a question! Has the story so far ever mentioned we've seen the twins' face behind the mask? IF YES, WHERE WAS IT WRITTEN??? I NEED IT. This obsession is making me this 🤏 close to just compile recording of every single of the twins appearance in the main story and the bond and cards... But that'll probably need to wait for me to actually finish up reading all Sylus' card.

You also got me hooked on DLMLU and I Like it!! I'm seeing your masterlist and I respectfully awaits the day you finish Luke's I Like It fic.... 👀 I was actually a cle era stay, so hearing their songs again lately has been nostalgic to me! Hyunjin did great on emphasizing the desperation and denial and the concealed sadness on DLMLU and I live for Seungmin's I Like It intro..... And I do feel like that intro describes the twins perfectly!!!

I LIVE and LOVE to devour any little bits of crumbs of a whole cookie you have and will drop about the twins... I'm so gonna inhale all of it please do keep gushing out for the twins know that I support you fully(no actual pressure and expectations here, please just be yourselves!) I love the headcanon about Kieran being taller!! He definitely gives the tall vibe, though honestly either of them will tower us so there's barely any difference haha

And about Luke and Kieran POV!! I am one of those people who prefer the 2nd POV on these types of self insert scenarios BUT I'M A TOTAL SUCKER FOR THE POV OF THE GUY IN THE STORY.... I'm DEFINITELY very interested if you ever make one!! One of the many things I really love about the fic is the instances where we knows when he knows. But I can't help but be giddy to imagine if there's snippets of how the twins actually feel in those situations!! Since there's a difference in assuming and guessing and understanding the other party and actually reading something precisely of what running through the other party's mind! I guess it's kind of the crave like wanting to hear telepathically what exactly they're thinking? They conceal so much and I'm sure there's millions of thoughts running through their head despite their aloof appearance and I feel like you could DEFINITELY nail the description of it! Of course again, disclaimer, this is all meant to be more for a compliment rather than a request! Please do whatever you'd like to do, I'm all in for anything you so graciously provide for free on this internet!!

All in all I'm just really happy and delighted about everything!! Thank you so much!!!

WAIT OMG 😭 this got buried in my inbox i'm sososo sorry for getting to this late 😭😭🤲🤲🤲

ANONIEEEEE it's so nice to hear from you again omg 🥺 this got me feeling all soft and fuzzy again this morning!!!!!! you're so so so so sweet oh my gosh like i'm just. so happy reading all this, and knowing i have you dragged down the luke and kieran brainrot with me 🤭🤭🤭

and like, i actually really really REALLY love finding situations to push characters to act uncharacteristic of themselves, because to me that means that situation means so much to them that they break character, and it's SO fun to write, just as much as me reading them!! i'm so glad you love those parts, because they're my favorites too 😭🤍

ALSO—it's actually?! surprisingly canon that mc has seen their faces and i know technically we're mc BUT I'M LIKE. SO JEALOUS OF HER. LMFAOFJSJJGBS the first time we talk to the twins (when mc wakes up!), she describes seeing their facial expressions and such! she doesn't narrate/describe facial features, so we don't know how they look like... but there's subtle implications that she does know, because she wouldn't have narrated that way if they were wearing their masks!

i meed a luke and kieran face reveal so badly...

(ALSO YOU'RE A STAY?!!?!?! OH MY GOD. I KIND OF LOVE YOU EVEN MORE RN WAAAHHH?!?!?!!!!!! ALWAYS SO SO HAPPY TO SEE STAYS IN MY INBOX IM GIVING YOU THE BIGGEST HUG EVER)

[2-braincells]

For Valentine's Day, I'd like to tell y'all about a book called Loveless by Alice Oseman.

The main character, Georgia, has never been in love. Never even a little bit. She tends to be more interested in fictional character's love lives. And being ~18, she feels like she's lagging behind. The story follows her going to college and trying to figure this out, to stop being Loveless.

It's a WONDERFUL book about self discovery and different kinda fo love. There is aro/ace stuff in it, which is LOVELY. Even if you don't relate to that label, I'd suggest reading it!!! Very good book.

Spoilers below the cut as I gush about how much I loved this book :)

I really love how Georgia doesn't like the label right away. She denies it. I can relate to that. Society is always screaming to fall in love with someone romatically, so I didn't want to admit maybe I couldn't. To be honest, I'm still struggleing with that a bit.

Also the ending with everyone on stage and then living together??? SO GOOD. Yes, friendships can be just as bright, beautiful, and fullfilling as romance, even more so. I just love it.

Also Roderick.

[thefanficmonster]

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Corpse Husband x Animator!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When a character in Y/N’s new animated video looks a lot like Corpse’s avatar, people are starting to suspect whether it’s a pure coincidence or sneakily intentional. Corpse is quick to put an end to the debate though.

Requested by Anon. Thank you so much for your request hun! Really sorry for the long wait for the fic to be posted but I still hope you come across it and give it a read and if you do so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hi everyone!“, Rae, aka the creator of today’s lobby, greets us all as we pile in one by one, excited to start the stream. 

I am especially excited however because I haven’t participated in a stream in quite a while seeing as how I’ve been very busy with my original content - animations. I made an animation talking about my vacation to Canada over the winter about two years ago. In my defense, it was a long video and I hadn’t posted in so long that I wanted to make it a special comeback - sort of - and something to repay my audience for their patience. I got too carried away in the gaming world and forgot my main field which is animation.

“Hi guys! Missed ya!“ I greet them for myself too, genuinely happy to be back seeing as how it’s been so long since I’ve talked to them or played Among Us with them. Maybe that’s another reason why the animation took so long to be finished: I lose motivation when I’m not social and since I don’t leave my house a lot when I’m working on a project, these guys are usually my only social interaction and without them I turned into a literal bum. “How have you all been? How’s it going?”

“It was barely going, to be honest.“ Corpse says with a huff of laughter.

“Yeah, it was super boring without you! Glad you’re back!“ Poki interferes too, her statement widening my smile.

“Aww thanks guys! I’m glad to be back too, feels like it’s been forever since I last was in this Discord server or in an Among Us lobby.“ I say, throwing a quick glance at my chat to see the excited comments left there by my viewers.

“Oh, and congrats on making it on Trending! I was overjoyed when I saw your video on the Trending tab, you don’t even know.“ Rae gushes, bringing a slight blush to my cheeks - yeah I know, I suck at receiving compliments about my work, I’m working on it though!

To be perfectly honest, that video didn’t deserve to make it to Trending. Hell, the chances of it making there were nonexistent considering my channel’s rather small and has a tight-knit community of about two hundred thousand people only. And I don’t mean that as though it’s a bad thing, I’m just using it to set the scene of how impossible it seemed to me that a video of mine would make it to Trending.

“Um yeah, thank you so much, Rae. Honestly, I need to thank Corpse for that.“ I say, my blush deepening as my cheeks grow even redder. “People thought the character in the animation was him so they had to investigate.“

Yeah, apparently a fan of mine who watched the video recognized the character of my boyfriend as Corpse and immediately took to Twitter to let people know what they’d found and man did it blow up. Anything involving Corpse blows up nowadays but I still owe him a ‘thank you’. One I bet he won’t accept. I know him too well at this point - I know he won’t take any credit for it whatsoever but oh whatever.

“My phone got blown up the day it was posted, holy crap.“ Corpse laughs, “I was so taken aback, in all honesty. I was like: yeah, no shit, Sherlock. - Thought everyone already knew we were dating. Like, the confusion really caught me off guard. I thought we were being obvious.“

Well....I guess that’s one way to reveal a relationship you’ve been keeping secret for months now.

“Thanks, babe. Couldn’t have done that any more originally, I guarantee.“ I sigh, tangling my fingers in the roots of my hair as I feel laughter bubbling up from my stomach to my chest, begging for me to let it out.

“Wait...“, Rae is, unsurprisingly, the one to break the silence that commences on our friends’ part, “WHAT?!“

“Yeah, I second that...“ Poki is quick to follow, “WHAT!?“

Oh here we go....

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[cooki3zandcrushes]

ok so, i have finally decided to go ahead and remake this blog to be a mostly self-ship blog. so, as such, i decided to make a whole new pinned post for it

hello there, im brie or bee, im 24 years old (at the time of writing this djfn), and this blog is to be for gushing about and occasionally drawing my fo's! (mostly! im still moving stuff from here back to my old blog, so please excuse the dust!)

not entirely sure if i'll have a talking tag or not, but my art tag will be #my art for simplicity sake and cuz i cant think of anything clever to call it.... yet

🍪 my main romantic fo's are valerie frizzle from the magic school bus, nora bloodgood from monster high, winifred sanderson from hocus pocus, and elizabeth corday from er. im more than happy to share most of my fo's! (i'll put the tags i use for my fo's in the tags cuz it'll make it easier to read. im sure theres an easier way to do it on desktop, but im too stubborn to use desktop 99% of the time shfbf)

🍪i have a lot of familal and platonic fo's too, but i dont talk about them nearly as often. youre always more than welcome to ask me about them tho! (i really should talk about them a lot more often shhfj)

🍪theres gonna be times i post nsfw posts or drawings that i (attempt) to make. i'll tag everything accordingly (as #nsfw or #nsfw art as well as tag the mature content tag thingie that tumblr added), but if i ever miss one (or if you need me to tag anything else), im more than happy too! just let me know!

🍪basic DNI: dont follow or interact with me if youre an lgbt+phobe, nazi, terf, or proshipper or anything similar to that. i will block you.

anyways, thank you for taking the time for reading this, and i hope i get to be friends!

[bowdownbucky]

𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 , 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part two!

summary- you have an encounter with rebecca barnes older brother.

warnings- kissing, slight language and hickeys.

pairings- innocent! reader x college! bucky barnes

bye— i had a dream about this and i deciddd to make it a reality. lemme know if you want an actual story cause there is more to this!! not proof read(sry!)

you and rebecca barnes had been best friends for as long as you can remember, but what you don’t know was that she had an older brother. his name was james but everyone called him bucky, bucky first grasped you attention when you and rebecca were putting flyers around the school for you homecoming dance.

you passed becca the bright flyers, watching her on the ladder as she taped them to the walls. “so i booked our hair appointments at ten? is that good?” becca asked you, you often had a habit of drifting off into space but rebecca quickly put you back on earth. “hello! earth to y/n! i swear it’s like i’m talking to a brick wall.”

“sorry bexs, hair appointment, ten, got it.” she rolled her eyes at you. you and rebecca have small conversations until a loud voice bellows through the hallway. “rebecca what the hell?” you watched as a brunette with pretty blue eyes walks toward you. rebecca climbs down the ladder with her hands on her slender hips.

“what do you want bucky? cant you see i’m busy.” rebecca pointed at you and the flyers, bucky eyed you up and down but didn’t pay you any kind. “would you hurry up! i got somewhere to be.” bucky huffed.

“yeah, like smoking pot with your shitty friends is so important. why are you here anyway? i told you to pick me up at seven.” you stay silent as bucky and becca bicker back and forth, you never knew of bucky’s existence and wonder why becca never mentioned him.

“do i look like a chauffeur? hurry up.” bucky rushed his sister. rebecca turned to you and gave you a big hug. “do you need a ride?” you shook your head. “no, steve is picking me up later.” rebecca wiggled her eyebrows at you. you and steve weren’t super serious but you did claim each other, well you claimed him.

“tell me all the deets later!” rebecca gushed. “there won’t be anything to tell, he’s just taking me home.” rebecca rolled her blue eyes and waved goodbye as she caught up with bucky. what you don’t realize was that bucky had gotten a couple glances at you but somehow you were too naive to notice.

friday rolled around and you were sleeping over at the barnes house, you were excited about homecoming, considering it would be your last one as a highschooler. rebecca showed you her dress, which was a pretty pale blue which matched her eyes. you admired your best friend, she was pretty and what every guy wanted, you were her sidekick and you were okay with it. “i like it but i want mom to add some more sparkles and make a cute slit.” becca explained to you. you normally let becca talk for most of your sleepovers, she never really let you get a word in and she always had something to say.

“i’m gonna go see if mom is up to make a few adjustments to my dress. be right back. make yourself at home y/n” you nodded, painting you nails white. you curse to yourself when you over painted your nails, you walked through the hallways, as you made your way to the bathroom you admired the family photos the barnes had placed on a accent table.

you pick up a picture of bucky, seeing him smile made you feel warm inside. he looked just like his mother, the same blue eyes and cheeky smile. you carefully place the picture down and approached the brown bathroom door which was cracked. you opened the door only to become wide-eyed, seeing bucky inhale the smoke coming from his joint. “oh-sorry! t-the door was cracked. i assumed no one.” bucky held his hand up to cut you off from speaking. you immediately shut up not wanting to upset him.

“no worries. shit the door would ya?” you slowly pushed the door close behind you, you mind was telling you to run but you body stayed, intrigued but the boy i from of you. “this is the only place i can get some alone time, mom is always asking about college and dad is going on about finding a job. kinda hard to get high in my room.” he said, blowing smoke out of the window. “so how’s your stay at casa de barnes?” you didn’t dare look at how red his eyes were. you stared at the ground.

“not the talkative type huh? kinda hard to imagine you and my sister as friends. she never shuts up.” bucky released the joint from his lips and held it out to you. “how rude of me, go ahead.” you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. you closed it and shook your head.

“good girl, wouldn’t want to ruin you.” you knees almost bucked at his words. you didn’t even know him and he already had you wrapped around his fingers. “so you going to the home coming dance?”

“y-yes, i’ve b-been planning with beck.” you suprised your self when you spoke. you don’t know how you could speak but he had a hold on you and you were stuck in the bathroom fo. with him for the time being. “miss that stuff to be honest, me and the guys used to have so much fun. and the girls, so nervous, wait g for guys to dance with them. but the girls now are different. they don’t have that innocence anymore.” bucky eyes you up and down like you were his next meal. “well some of them don’t.”

he stood up and you hitched your breath, suddenly afraid to breath around him. he made you nervous but he liked it. it kept you on your toes. he walked up to you, dangerously close, you felt his breath fawning over you you, a mixture of weed and cherry suckers. he reached his hand behind you, locking the door. “wouldn’t want to get caught now would we?” his hand traced yours as he drew another hit from his joint. he blew the smoke into you face expecting you to flinch but you stood tall, face to face with him.

he hummed at you, you wish you could enter his mind and figure out what he was thinking. “you know, there’s something about you. you’re not like becca, all prissy and shit. you’re pure, i bet you’ve never ever been kissed before, ain’t that right doll?” he was mocking you and you liked it. you nodded and his smirk grew wider. he moved closer to you which you don’t think was possible. “i bet you taste nice and sweet. you wouldn’t mind if i had a taste right?” he taunts.

before you could speak his lips, brushed over yours. you couldn’t believe you’d be having your first kiss with your best friend‘a brother. he now had his lips fully enclosed on yours, you could taste a hint of vodka on his lips and it was bitter but the bitterness was overpowers by the sweetness of the cherry sucker. he kissed you deeply, his left hand leaving his side and coming to you like a rocket heading to space. his hand touches your waist, lifting you shirt a bit so he could feel your soft skin.

he nudged his leg between your thighs, feeling you pulsating core on his leg. you gasped at the feeling, giving bucky access to slipping his tongue into your mouth. he roamed you mouth like he was trying to find treasure. he moaned into the kiss, pushing you back and forth against him, creating a hot friction to his thought and your hot core. you let out a tiny moan, you could feel him smirk on your lips.

he removed himself from you now red lips and kissed down from your jawline to your neck. “wait, i-i have a boyfriend.” you knew it was wrong of you but steve never was touched you like this, it wa as new experience and you didn’t want it to stop.

“shhh babydoll, i’ll take care of you.” he sucked on you neck leaving dark purple and red bruised, your blank canvas would be littered with his touch. you didn’t want the feeling of euphoria to stop but it sadly had too when rebecca knocked on the door. “y/n would you hurry up? i need you to paint my nails.”

[straighttohellbuddy]

how the light gets in {Corpse Husband}

2. you’ve gone way too fast for way too long.

Summary: Supernatural Creatures AU. Them/Them Reader. After the success of your first stream, you find yourself wanting to get back to your YouTube roots, and what better way to do that than with a cover by one of the bands who holds a special place in your heart? And maybe you’re using it to distract yourself from thinking about how coming back to YouTube means coming back to the things - the people - you’d left behind. 

Maybe it’s selfish, but Corpse kind of wishes you hadn’t come back to YouTube; honestly, if anyone else had taken the world by storm, he wouldn’t complain half as much, except it’s you and he’s still mostly convinced that you might be an angel like him... Except better. Because of course you would be a better angel, you’re talented and driven and personable and essentially everything an angel should be, and - bar the talented bit, Corpse at least knows some of his worth - you’re everything he’s pretty sure he’s not. Except it seems like everyone loves you, and he doesn’t exactly have a good enough reason to be bothered by you the way he is, so he has to act like he isn’t. Which is a lot easier said than done, when you barely say a word to him and it feels like all of his suspicions are confirmed. 

A/N: 8471 words. Reader in the fic is stated to be 24. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SUPERNATURAL THE TV SERIES. me, trying to walk the line between 3rd person omniscient narrator and trying to make the narration feel like its somewhat coming from the POV character?? it’s more likely than you think! as always, i really appreciate feedback.

{ m a s t e r l i s t }

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taglist is always open! message me if you’d like to be added xx

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The day after your song drops, it’s on Spotify’s Top 50 Viral playlist, it’s charting on iTunes, it’s splattered across the internet, according to your manager, who sees fit to text you, congratulating you on what she assumed to be a masterful marketing tactic; releasing the song and immediately streaming alongside huge YouTube creators who have a wide and diverse fanbase, all plugging your music. She thinks it was a carefully calculated move, which makes you feel all kinds of scummy, like you were using your new friends. Thankfully, when you fire a somewhat defensive response about how you had no ulterior motive, that all you wanted to do was have fun and make friends, your tone apparently reads loud and clear, as you receive an apology a few moments later. Backtracking, she simply mentions that, even unintentionally, you had great timing, and she’s glad you had a good time, which is better, and you try not to dwell on your initial assumption. Years of your life had been spent worrying that the people you were close to just thought you were using them for views or fame; her words did little to quell that worry, so instead you tried to distract yourself, or at the very least, focus on the good that yesterday had brought about.

The best, of course, was Sykkuno, the hellhound who’d endeared himself to you almost immediately. Something about him makes you feel safe, though perhaps it’s that you’re unused to someone feeling so familiar; you like to think you’re a good judge of character, so for now, you’re trusting in your instincts, trusting in Sykkuno. The next best thing was a tie, between friends and freedom. Yesterday you’d been doing what you wanted to do, not what you thought you should be doing, not what was on brand, or carefully scripted; you were messy, stumbled over your words, and you laughed and deceived your friends as was the aim of the game, it was so freeing to be unfiltered. People kept saying it was nice to see you smile, to hear you laugh again. Huh. Part of you really doesn’t like that you know exactly what they mean, and more importantly, why people are saying that at all. But things are different now, are freer now; your brand was built on you, it’s nice to get back to that.

By mid-morning, you’d been sprawled out on your sofa for almost an hour, glad to be alone, to not have to worry about being seen, as you’ve phased your tail back into reality, and have it holding up your phone as you scroll through Twitter with one hand and fidget idly with the other. More and more you’re seeing supportive comments from people gushing about the few bars you’d sung of 5 Seconds of Summer’s Youngblood on stream yesterday. First your chat had loved it, now it seems the general consensus was that people would love for you to cover more than a few bars. While you tried not to listen too much to what other people wanted, you couldn’t help but admit that it was something you definitely wanted too.    

When you text your manager, new idea already taking hold of your focus, your earlier unsavoury text conversation seemingly forgotten, your manager reminds you that you should be working on your new album, putting together the tracklist for your EP. Ugh. 

It’s not that you didn’t have ideas, quite the opposite; you’re exploding with ideas, brimming, overflowing with them, for songs you wants to write and feelings you can’t express any other way, but the songs and collaborations you’ve already completed, their mp4 files sitting neatly on your desktop, you wanted to save them for the full album, like it was some sort of penance for getting to collaborate, getting to become friends with people you looked up to, people who inspired you. To you, their contribution was worthy of your full album. 

Well, that was part of the reason, the other part was that the songs you had designated for the album had a different vibe to your EP songs; albumtouralbumtour and imposter syndrome had both been written in lockdown, about very specific concerns you were having at the time. The EP was shaping up to capture a very specific moment in time, while the album was so much more than that. You couldn’t put read at five am on the EP, the collaboration you’d done with Troye, a lyrical-lament with a dissonant, upbeat melody, an apology for when you’re the one who cuts off contact with someone you’re close to and don’t know how to say why, and don’t know how to come back; yes, the fact that you and Ethan are talking again means that the song is technically relevant to this period of time, but it’s three years of regret and indirect apology compressed into in three minutes. It’s going on the album. 

But being stuck at home all day for months had made you all nostalgic for your roots, for when you’d started uploading all the way back in 2012, at 16, with no idea what a few videos would lead to. You missed covering songs you loved, the songs other people had written and that you had still connected with, the songs that made you want to write your own. Yes, you loved your own content, obviously, but from idea to video publishing, you knew a low-effort cover would take you maximum a day and a half if you were particularly inspired, which you clearly were. By now, you’d been doing this for so long that you knew the legality of it all like the back of your hand, and were in a stable enough place to be more than happy to pay royalties to the band you’d co-headlined alongside for your first international tour.

“What if I call the boys and ask them?” You decided to just call your manager directly, tail curled securely around your phone where you’d put her on speaker, pottering around your kitchen trying to find something to eat. Alison, on the other end of the line, sighed deeply, having been fielding these sorts of calls from you about once a fortnight since lockdown had started.

“Have you finished moment before impact yet?” She countered, and you wrinkle your nose; its as if she can hear the expression through the phone with the way she continues on, not giving you a moment to cut in, “listen, I won’t tell you what to do, but you need to make a decision about your EP tracklist soon, okay? The label’s breathing down my neck, you know you have more than enough songs for it.”

“Alison, the vibes -”

“The vibes, Y/N, I know,” she sighed deeply, but you could hear the faintest smile in her voice.

“I promise I’m working on my own stuff; I think moment before impact is gonna be a collab, but I’m not sure who with yet, but if it makes you happy, once I record this 5SOS thing, I’ll work on a demo of moment for the EP,” you concede, and you hear her hum in approval, “I promise I have all the songs in my head, I just gotta make sense of which ones are the right ones for now, you know?”

“I really don’t,” you could hear her actually smiling now, so you let yourself relax for a moment, hands braced on your kitchen counter as you looked to your phone, “but I suppose that’s why you’re the musical one and I’m the manager.”

“My favourite manager,” you told her sweetly, and her answering laugh is more of a snort. 

"Call the band, maybe they can work something out for you regarding royalties, if you plan to monetise it," she suggested, and you hummed, "keep me updated, okay? Make sure you're still working on your own stuff though."

"Alison you're a national treasure," you tell her feelingly; you don't even have to see her to know she's rolling her eyes.

But you take her advice, sending 'what if I covered Youngblood and posted it to YT? I'll pay you royalties' to the mostly dormant WhatsApp group you have with 5 Seconds of Summer, despite it being about six in the morning in Australia. Callum sends back a thumbs up almost immediately. Its all the confirmation you need to get started.

As you’re hunting through your house for a pick, turning over cushions, looking through junk drawers, you hear your phone go off, and you take a moment to check, surprised by what you see. A message from Sean. Huh.

[I see you’ve finally decided to join us in the gaming community, took you long enough 😊 If you ever wanna play something, just gimme a yell, you know Id be glad to have ya on my team.]

Considering the fact that it had been three years since you and Sean had properly been in contact, you find the message both surprising, and strangely heartwarming. There were a few people you’d purposefully fallen out of contact with, plagued by your own fears and self doubts. The people who you’d seen in person almost daily were the ones who you’d felt the absence of the most, but Sean, just by his close association with those people, along with a few other international friends, had been regretfully left behind also. Here and now, you can feel just how much you’ve missed him, how guilty you feel for giving in to your own anxieties and the negativity spewed by others. 

But you know you can’t dwell on the past, on your mistakes, all you can do is be grateful for the opportunity to reconnect, and take it.

[ID: A tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter and @goldeny/n, followed by a single tweet by @ZeRoyalViking, and a tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter, and @5SOS.

@yourtwitter: someone yell at me for doing another cover instead of my original stuff. quarantine got me feeling 17 again. might do the cinnamon challenge next. or finally do that Roast Yourself trend 4 years too late. | @golden_y/n: BRUH YOU BEST NOT BE PULLING OUR LEGS | @golden_y/n: I would empty my bank account to see you roast yourself. | @yourtwitter: Please Don't Do That YouTube Is Free | @golden_y/n: 😳💀💖

@ZeRoyalViking: stream today with some familiar and not so familiar faces!!

@yourtwitter posted an image of Griffin McElroy from the My Brother My Brother & Me TV show. Griffin is a Caucasian man wearing glasses and a blue checked shirt. He is visible from the chest up and is sitting behind a desk with one arm in front of him, with his thumb out, as if counting. The image’s subtitles have been edited, now reading ‘My friends are very much into the following: Bullying me on TikTok.’ | @yourtwitter: @luke5SOS is just mad im gonna sing his song better than him. he doesn’t use twitter anymore so i have the upper hand here. | @5SOS replies with a gif of Jason Momoa, who is incredibly muscular, with dark hair down to his shoulders, a black tank top, and sunglasses on, holding a microphone, standing in a confrontational manner, captioned ‘No, no, no. By all means, speak your mind. You got a problem with my boy?’ | @yourtwitter: HE WENT LIVE UNPROMPTED TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT HOW I WROTE NOTIMETOSLEEP IN THREE DAYS WITH NO ACTUAL SLEEP, OPENED FOR THEM IN ARIZONA, AND IMMEDIATELY PASSED OUT FOR 16 HOURS AFTER WALKING OFF STAGE | @5SOS: we just miss you tho... and it is kind of funny. | @yourtwitter: the minute im allowed to safely leave lockdown im coming to australia to german supplex the lot of you. ❤️

End ID.]

Corpse’s whole ‘not thinking about you’ plan goes down a lot smoother when you’re not actively stealing his friends- what kind of Angel goes around stealing another person - another Angel’s, no less - friends?! Except, right, he doesn't actually have proof that you're an angel, just a hunch he’s apparently committed to... and, okay, you don't know you're stealing them... Sykkuno and Rae are allowed to have more than one friend. Obviously.

"Honestly, I'm still kind of riding the high from yesterday's stream," Sykkuno’s all kinds of elated in the voice chat, and Rae's quick to chime in, matching his tone, his energy, as she agrees.

"I cannot believe Y/N played with us! I’m sorry you missed it, Corpse, I think you'd love them," Rae is adamant, to which Corpse, from behind the safety of his monitor, makes a face.

"What makes you say that?” Even as he says it, as he tries to keep the negativity from his voice, his nose wrinkles, the expression shifting his eyepatch just a little.

“I don’t know, just something about...” Rae’s voice turns thoughtful as she considers, though Sykkuno takes the chance to pipe up, voice brimming with his trademark sincerity.

“You guys have weirdly similar vibes, like kind of a similar energy?” He tries to explain before a faintly embarrassed laugh escaping him, even with Rae humming in agreement, “not the exact same, obviously, but like, I don’t know, I think you’d really like them.” The problem with having Sykkuno for a friend is that he’s almost always trying to be genuinely kind or helpful. The problem is that Corpse can tell he believes what he’s saying. 

An angelic ability that often goes overlooked, even by angels themselves, is the innate ability to tell whether or not someone’s lying. It’s like a faint buzzing, low grade tinnitus, at the sound of a lie, something that can actually be pretty effectively ignored and forgotten, but right now, the lack of buzzing with Sykkuno’s words is frankly irritating. Not that Corpse can say that, he has no real reason to be jealous of your fast forming friendships with his friends, well, not any reason he can admit to on stream.

"You know what,” Sean muses, finally joining the conversation, “It’s been a while since I properly spoke to them, but I totally get what you mean,” fucking great; of course he agrees, “did anyone invite them to play; would love to have them here if they’re up for it.” 

"I think they're working on a thing today, but I can message and ask?" It’s Sykkuno who speaks up, the barest hesitation in his voice, and to that Rae makes a proud little noise in the back of her throat. 

"You met yesterday on the stream that I organised, and suddenly you're all best buddies? Gonna be honest, I’m a little jealous,” she admits, to which Sykkuno huffs a soft laugh, uncertain of what to say, though Rae’s tone is fond and she continues on, “seriously though, good for you, dude, finally getting the recognition you deserve -"

And on the one hand, yes, Corpse would agree that Sykkuno deserved infinitely more recognition and praise than he currently received, but on the other, the speed at which you two had aparently become close - a day! It had been a day! - sets Corpse’s teeth on edge. It was all he could do to keep quiet as the others chimed in, all their sentiments mirroring Rae’s.

All this frustration and resentment was almost definitely unhealthy, he was more than aware, but something about you had fixed in his mind; if it had been anyone else, anyone less talented or personable or productive, he could have probably handled it, but you...

All he gets is two games worth of peace before Sykkuno announces that he’s gotten a reply. Aparently you’re in the middle of recording a cover. Something about knowing that fills Corpse with discomfort, with envy, like he should be working on his music instead of being here. 

"But they say they're gonna take a break in an hour or say, so they might join us for a few games," Sykkuno’s tone betrayed his bright smile, and suddenly the voice chat was flooded with excitement from almost all in attendance. 

"Wait, really? Just like that, we'll be playing with Y/N?" Leslie sounds disbelievingly hopeful, but thankfully it’s only a few moments until the next game beings. While none of the others had picked up on Corpse’s silence, his chat seemed confused. Purposefully ignoring their questions and comments on the matter, he instead gives a few comments on the game, trying to come off lighter than he was feeling. 

He’s not quite sure what he’s going to do if you join the stream, he’d never actually considered that he might one day talk to you, have to confront the person whose very existence got under his skin, who might very well be the only other person like him on this side of the world. Unsurprisingly, his head’s not in the game.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?” Rae feels the need to ask when whatever response he’d given in a meeting had just come out as an incoherent mumble. Of course he straight up laughs at her question, which is answer enough, and she clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “you’re impossible.”

“Have you drunk any water today -?”

“Sykkuno you’re dead,” Sean interrupts Sykkuno, who had broken one of the main rules of the game simply to question Corpse about his health; he’s far too caring for his own good, but moments like this make for good entertainment, “dead people can’t talk,” Corpse is grateful for all of five seconds before Sean turns on him, reiterating Sykkuno’s question like a traitor; “Corpse, have you drunk water today?” In lieu of a proper response, Corpse groans, playing at being annoyed.

“I say we vote him out because if he is the imposter, we win, and if he isn’t, he has time to go drink a glass of water,” Rae proposes matter-of-factly, which just leaves Corpse spluttering with disbelief.

“That’s fucking stupid; I’m not the imposter, you’re basically throwing the game -” but the votes are already popping up, and unfortunately, for the first time all stream, everyone seems to be in agreement.

“Drink water, Corpse,” Rae, clearly the leader of this mutiny, orders, as Corpse watches his character get flung into lava, and very begrudgingly heeds her words. He takes his sweet time drinking a full glass of water and refilling it to take back with him, intermittently glaring from his kitchen at his computer, despite the game still going on; he’s got several tasks left, if they don’t catch the imposters, they’re doomed, and honestly he doesn’t care. Once the game ends, with the crewmates’ loss, as he’d suspected, they all find themselves back in the lobby. Maybe they’re waiting for him. They can wait longer.

As he settles himself back into his office chair, he pulls on his headphones in time to hear -

“- earlier than I thought because of a whole thing on TikTok and then Twitter, and then my manager texted me telling me-” It’s like he’s turned twenty again at the sound of your voice; you, bright, earnest, rambling to probably Sykkuno or Sean or Rae, probably not even aware of him, but he’s never been more aware of you. Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but your second EP, hyperfocus, had been in heavy rotation on his Spotify since he’d discovered it, since he’d listened to the crack in your voice, the exhaustion with which you spoke on i’m going through some stuff when Lofi had just been taking off as a genre. He’s... conflicted, going through an internal crisis while you keep talking, blissfully unaware, “- anyways, I think she’s just worried that I’ll end up threatening to German Supplex Harry Styles, or the late, great, Prince, and I’ll end up cancelled.”

“Y/N,” your name sounds equal parts amused and concerned as Sykkuno says it, with the air of someone who’s been privy to you and your antics far longer than just one day. The response you give is just as bright and cheery as your rambling had been, assuring him that you wouldn’t threaten to German Supplex Prince.

“You sure about that?” Sean was obviously grinning, judging by his fond tone, “sounds like something you’d try -”

“I’ve changed, Jack- Sean- fuck,” your muttered swear undercuts your attempt at earnestness after you correct yourself, clearly not used to calling him by his actual name. To that, Sean gives a fond chuckle, before going right back to ribbing you.

“I’m pretty sure there’s still video evidence of you trying to square up with Mark in person,” Sean points out, to which you grow huffy and defensive, playing up your frustration. 

“Well, that was for a completely reasonable reason!”

“Which was?”

“I thought it would be funny,” tone flipping completely, the words come out so sincere and bright it’s almost tooth rotting; if he didn’t know any better, Corpse would probably find himself being endeared by it, “and it was! Plus,” though here you give pause, and something about the tone of the conversation shifts as you chew on the words you’d almost said without thinking, “it was funny,” you said, softer this time. Sean, sensing the shift, does his best to pick the mood back up, reminding you that both you and Mark lost the competition you’d been taking part in anyways, and asking if you really had changed.

Before you had time to answer, however, Rae spots Corpse’s avatar moving ever so slightly, and immediately jumps on him.

“Corpse! Did you drink water?” She asks. He unmutes so they can all hear his deep, beleaguered sigh. “I can and will bully you into taking care of yourself,” her heart’s in the right place, and it is mostly a bit, so he can’t be too put out by the fact that she cares.

“I can’t believe you all voted me out because of it,” he chooses to respond instead, and Rae’s cackle echoes through the voice call.

“She also was the imposter, so...” Ze trailed off, a little sheepishly, to which Corpse rolled his eyes, not that anyone can see. Of course she was. But he’s not even given a moments before -

“You must be Corpse!” The moment the words leave your lips, every single goddamn nerve in Corpse’s body feels like it’s alight; everything overwhelming, unfamiliar,. white-hot, he’s suddenly desperately trying to keep his various abilities in check, since he really doesn’t want to short out his whole system, end the stream early, and probably cause his building to go into a blackout, just because of whatever this is. The whole world has changed with four words; better and worse and more more than anything. It’s... it’s a confirmation of some kind, and he tries to hold onto that vindictive feeling in his chest. You are familiar, you are something he recognises like no-one else he’s ever met before; you are like him. Is it better or worse now he knows it’s the truth?

“Must I be?” He manages to respond, keeping his voice as level as he’s able, shooting for vaguely amused and trying not to let any of the past few seconds sudden overwhelming panic and triumph bleed into his voice. But the moment you hear him, there’s a sharp gasp; that same something, understanding, recognition he’d felt, you feel it too.

“Y/N, you okay?” Ze had asked, and you made a vaguely muffled noise of unconvincing confirmation. Out of sheer, idle curiosity, Corpse opened a new tab and searched up your YouTube channel where you were streaming.

“Maybe we should have warned ya’,” Sean offers with a light laugh, before lowering his voice, immitating and announcer as best as he could, “warning! Corpse is about to speak!” Which at the very least got Corpse to laugh, though he refused to give anything away as your stream loaded, and the banter continued in his ears.

“Har har,” you muttered sarcastically into the voice chat, right as the stream finished loading, and - you. Well dressed, face in your hands, heels of your palms pressed against your closed eyes; honestly, he doesn’t exactly have any prominent initial thoughts about you, watching you scrunch your face up in your hands, dealing with the same thing he had to, though your face was live to thousands. Beside you, the text chat for your stream was going almost too fast to read, but he managed to follow a few threads of thought here and there.

[an eye thing! they’ve got an eye thing!] [someone @ y/n_creature_spec on twt!!] [who has an eye thing??] [lmao love that they were so shocked hearing corpse that it set off their eye thing] [hello!! vampire here!! we have eye things!!] [u cant be a vampire it’s the middle of the day] [THERE ARE COUNTRIES OTHER THAN AMERICA YOU KNOW] [i am willing to put MONEY on the idea of them being fae of some kind.] [^^yeah they just didnt want us to see their eyes sparkling like an anime character.] [that feels like smthn corpse could bring out in people]

And then you’re blinking back to reality, bringing him from his thoughts as for one terrifying moment, it’s as if his gaze locks with yours. Expression so bright and inviting, despite the way your eyes were watering just a little, you hold eye contact with your camera for a moment before looking at your screen, mumbling something about an eyelash in your eye; Corpse lets out a shaky breath. Chat seems unconvinced, but at least the other streams take you on your word. For a few more moments, he quietly watches you, watches the way your eyes roam your screen as you order your thoughts, and for all that he’s thought of you, he’s never properly looked at you. It’s taken him until now to acknowledge that there was definitely a reason for your success beyond just your talent; certainly you could have become successful from your music alone, but your career certainly wasn’t hindered by the fact that you’re actually quite- suddenly, Corpse is overcome by the sense that he’s intruding, exiting out of the window immediately, even going so far as to push back from his desk, fingers spread wide, braced against the edge, trying not to think too hard about... any of it. If he thought too hard about what it meant to have another angel in LA, he would drive himself mad.

“Well, Corpse, it’s good to meet ya, been told great things,” to him and him alone it’s so clear you’re trying so hard to play it cool, though Corpse couldn’t fault you for that, doing the exact same thing; again, when you speak to him, it’s like his whole being is hit with a rush of warmth; it’s less overwhelming this time, somehow scalding but bearable now.

“I see Sykkuno’s been spreading lies about me,” Corpse fires off instinctually, to which Sykkuno splutters protests at the implication, despite your bright laughter, and Sean’s shout to the contrary.

“Don’t be mean, Corpse, Sykkuno would never lie about you,” Sean is adamant, and Corpse can tell he’s being honest, just as the tell-tale ringing in his ears knows the next words from Sean’s mouth are utter lies; “me on the other hand? Y/N whatever you do, do not listen to Corpse’s music, it’s just the worst.” Before the implication, the reality of what he’s saying sinks in, for just a moment, Corpse feels a rush of affection for Sean, so clearly and earnestly plugging his music, right before your voice re-joins the chat and Corpse remembers exactly who Sean is plugging his music to.

“Fuck you, J- Sean, I do what I want,” while you played along, amused and light, Corpse himself was at a loss for words. You ask him - him specifically, he knows, he knows with absolute certainty you’re asking him - if he’s a musician, and everyone else chimes in before he can even think about finding his voice.

“Don’t search him on Spotify! Don’t do it!” Sean, on the verge of laughter, seems delighted by the turn this conversation has taken as the sound of aggressive typing fills the chat from your end. What the fuck. What the fuck?! No matter his thoughts and opinions about you and your possible supernatural origins, you were still Y/N, literal Grammy winner and Golden Child from the Golden Age of YouTube, playing along as Sean used the world’s worst reverse psychology on you to get you to listen to his music. Oh fuck, this is not how today was meant to go.

“I don’t wanna hold up the game, I’ll listen as I play,” you tell them, almost painfully polite, though Ze agrees to start the next game. If Corpse’s mind wasn’t in the game before, there’s no way in hell it was now.

Three minutes into the first round and he’s failing miserably at card swipe when he chances a look at his chat; people were spamming lyrics from Miss YOU! and Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life! which was sweet but nerve wracking, since he’s pretty sure it means you’ve already listened to one and moved on to the next. If you’re an angel, and you know he’s an angel, what in the hell would you think of his music? Honestly, even if you weren’t an angel, you’re still you, and his music was... well...

When the first meeting is called, and it’s discovered that you’ve been murdered, there’s a strange sense of relief that comes with it, even as he’s being accused of your murder. He’s got a solid alibi, so they end up voting out Sean, and the game continues. Despite the brief reprieve from your possible judgement, his heart still feels as though it’s skittering erratically around his ribcage. 

Rae comes along when he’s doing Simon Says, and shoots his little avatar. The moment he becomes a ghost, he lets out a long breath, giving himself a moment to relax, to collect his thoughts, catching back up with some questions with chat  he hadn’t quite realised he’d been holding, and chances a look at his chat again.

“Of course I’m tense,” he finds himself musing quietly to his chat while the remaining players were arguing over the top of each other in a meeting, “pretty sure most of hyperfocus has been in my Spotify wrapped every year since it was released,” for a few moments, it doesn’t even occur to him what he’s said, or that he’s said it out loud, but when it hits him- oh, oh no, it feels like too much to admit, and he has no idea what to say next, how to backtrack, how to at least pretend like he doesn’t think about you or your music any more than any other person would. However much he may resent certain aspects of it, he still knows he has a reputation to uphold, and panic and denial have never been a part of his reputation.

So he keeps his mouth shut, bites down on the half-hearted excuses and explanations that keep springing to mind, keep pressing against his teeth. He does his tasks quietly, thanks the people donating, and pretend it never happened until the round ends, heart in his throat. He knows, the same way a human survivor in a zombie apocalypse movie knows, that he’s just putting off the inevitable, and that someone’s definitely already clipped it and is probably uploading it to Twitter or Tumblr faster than he could protest.

“Y/N I’m so sorry!” Sean’s the first one to talk when they’re back in the lobby, which leads to your laughter filling the voice chat, telling him it’s okay.

“I didn’t even care, honestly I was just vibing,” the smile in your voice is almost enough to distract from the strained edge to your words, something not quite right, but so faint Corpse isn’t sure if it was really there, and he’s not quite sure anyone else heard it either. Except -

“Y/N?” Sykkuno says your name like it means something that no-one but you and him can decipher, something concerned, almost a question, checking in without being too obvious. 

“Yeah?” There’s that strained tone, just a little more audible this time, before you process who’s talking, how he’d said your name, and - “yeah,” firmer, calmer, a reassurance. 

“Vibing?” And he says it like that was his question all along, like the two of you hadn’t had a full conversation in three words. When the others started asking about what you thought of the music, it’s clear none of them have picked up on the hint of strangeness that had been in your tone, and you deliberate before answering.

“Am I- is it- it’s weird if I quote it, isn’t it -?”

“Jacksepdicy how I whip that!” Sean practically yells into his microphone, cutting you off and somehow making the line sounding even more Irish than he himself did naturally, which startles a laugh from Corpse, “it’s my name in a song, I think about it daily,” he announces, voice oozing pride, and despite the situation and headspace he found himself in, Corpse feels his heart grow warm knowing that even a line like that had brought Sean joy.

“I thought,” you pause for a moment, presumably to double check which song you were about to reference, “I thought Miss YOU was a whole mood,” you admit, the faintest smile in your voice, and something tightens in Corpse’s chest at that.

“You not gonna quote it?” Rae teased.

“Too nervous to follow Sean,” you fired back.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day, Y/N,” Sean laughs fondly, and you all joke around, playing up the bit, while Corpse’s mind is stuck on the fact that you never once addressed him when talking about his music. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, it meant he didn’t have to deal with the sudden, fiery sensation your voice brought with it, so not bothered, persay, if anything he’s glad to know you liked it... But it’s weird that he knows so acutely -

“Hey,” and you don’t even say his name, but there’s that feeling again. Each time it grows less intense, like he’s been inoculated, and no instead of his nerves being ablaze, it’s as if he’s suddenly sitting beside a bonfire, each and every time you speak to him. The others voice their confusion at your sudden vaguness, but Corpse answers without even thinking, because of course he knows.

“Yeah?” 

A few moments pass, while the others carry on amongst themselves for the moment. The two of you sit in this one moment together, neither quite sure how to feel about it.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” you point out, though there was only the barest him of the earlier strangeness in your voice, now overpowered by something that made it almost sound like you were pleased. At this, however, even more confusion arises when the others figure out that Corpse had ‘guessed’ correctly, that you’d been talking to him. But he can’t really hear them, or, well, he finds himself tuning them out, swallowing hard before he pushes to talk.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” He asked, trying to ignore the weirdness of it all, keeping his tone light.

“I’m just surprised; it’s your music after all.” 

“You like hearing my voice?” Despite the surprisingly cocky way with which he speaks, he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, wincing internally. Of all the people he could have said that to...  

“I never said that,” and though your own tone matched his, something teasing, something that could almost be misconstrued as flirty in the right circumstances, he’d heard the faint thread of discomfort, feeling it all too much himself. But your words, and thankfully your tone, was overshadowed by both Sykkuno and Sean jumping in to assure Corpse that they enjoyed hearing his voice.

“If you and Y/N ever collaborated, you know it’d break the internet, right?” Rae interjects, all kinds of smug and knowing, followed by a chorus of approving voices all broke out in unison as the rest of the lobby considered the possibility.

“Rae, you know our Twitter mentions are going to be going off for the next month now, don’t you?” You groaned.

“Maybe it’s a sign!” Rae exclaimed, delighted, before her tone turns teasing and fond, “and besides, aren’t your mentions always going off?”

[ID: The first four posts on Y/N’s Tumblr dashboard.

blueheart-anon hearing y/n and sean interact again after like 3 years unlocked memories like im a fucking sleeper agent. having war flashbacks to 2017′s ‘y/n is septiplier’s kid’ phase. how do i lock the memories up again im going to die of embarrassment why were we like that [tagged: #y/n #y/n y/l/n #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #i WILL NOT add the ship tag i mentioned #blue talks] [7 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

fangloriousbastard  ↪️fangloriousbastard fangloriousbastard Rae: Y/N & Corpse Collab When? Y/N: 🔪 - fangloriousbastard Y/N IMMEDIATELY MURDERING RAE AND THEN CORPSE I- - fangloriousbastard Y/N MUTTERING THE JACKSEPDICY LYRIC WHILE MURDERING HIM WTF IS HAPPENING?? - fangloriousbastard SYKKUNO NO BBY IM SO WORRIED - fangloriousbastard Y/N IM BEGGING U TO STOP SAYING CORPSE LYRICS BEFORE U KILL UR FRIENDS - fangloriousbastard WAIT WHAT Y/N AND SYKKUNO BOTH VOTING FOR THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard “ride or die guess im gonna die” y/N PLEASE U MET HIM YESTERDAY - fangloriousbastard y/n’s still listening to corpse’s music we love to see it - fangloriousbastard WAIT NO ZE KILLED SYKKUNO IN FRONT OF THEM AND THEY WON OMG SO MUCH IS HAPPENING DID THESE MOTHERFUCKERS QUOTE AN ACTUAL THE OFFICE MEME AT EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard Y/N: YOU KILLED MY BOY Ze: you’ve known him A Day! Y/N: you don’t have all the facts Ze: which are? Y/N: I love him. Y/N: Not in a weird, shippy way tho, but like, come on, man, look at him! Sykkuno’s avatar: 🌱                          👁👄👁 Sykkuno irl: 🥰 - fangloriousbastard ahem anyways corpse & y/n collab when? - y/n 🔪❤️ - fangloriousbastard 👁👄👁 - fangloriousbastard aren’t you supposed to be streaming?? [tagged: #HEWWO??? #among us lb #why do i only remember they’re following me when i post outrageously stupid content #btw y/n if u kill sean again i’ll cry] [43 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

fyahproof-y/n  ↪️ selkiey/n selkiey/n y/n’s explicit ‘i love him but not in a weird shippy way’ is the LOUDEST fandom vague i’ve ever heard in my life [286 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

crpshsbnd  ↪️ 221b-theres-a-bee crpshsbnd hope corpse is feeling okay he’s been kinda quiet this stream - 221b-theres-a-bee if someone suggested i make music with a grammy award winning artist i might be kind of quiet too - crpshsbnd asjdskldfjkdsf u right, still, hope that’s the reason. [tagged: #how do i always forget they won a grammy #actually i know why i keep forgetting #because every time i remember they won a grammy i remember the video where they jousted corndogs with joe sugg #and the winner had to deepthroat theirs for the camera #and y/n won but felt like an asshole for making joe deepthroat his corndog alone #and they ended up almost throwing up because they went too far with it #so hot #so talented #so very stupid sometimes] [3 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

Twitter is kind of a hellscape, Corpse decides, scrolling through his notifications as the stream’s winding down, seeing about a thousand different people tagging both you and him, asking for a collab, or seeing fit to show you both every single time one of you had mentioned the other in stream. Or had simply interacted. He’s not quite sure how to feel about hearing you mutter ‘make it rain, leave her wet, like a snowflake’. Unsurprisingly, a considerable few people had thought to clip the interaction where he’d apparently instinctively known you were talking to him, which he thoroughly regrets. There’s enough speculation about him online already, he doesn’t need people cluing into the fact that he might not be entirely human as well.

So now, he’s sitting idle in the lobby of the game as everyone’s thanking each other, discussing when they might get together to stream again; he’s quiet, disconnected from it all even though he knows he’s still live, he can’t help but stare at his phone, frown at your Twitter profile. You’re not following each other. A lot of his friends follow you, are mutuals with you, but you and he are not following each other, and he’s not sure if he’d like to change that. But it would make sense, right? It’s what’s expected.

Your pinned tweet is the single you released yesterday, which he still hasn’t listened to. The cover is cute; you’re - fuck. He refreshes the page. In the few moments since he’d clicked on your profile and now, you’d tweeted, thanking everyone for joining the stream, while you’re still in his ear, alongside everyone else, distinctly not addressing him. Maybe he should DM you, be upfront, ask about what you are, if his suspicions are true.

He hits the back button and goes back to scrolling through his mentions. 

“Hey.” Your voice, soft and earnest despite that warmth that crackles through him; he’s half distracted, hand moving instinctively to push-to-talk, and -

“Yeah?” God fucking damn it. Not again. He’s really gotta stop answering on instinct just because he knows you’re talking to him. He hates that he knows.

“Good to meet you, Corpse,” and there was a strange sincerity in your voice, and he responds in kind, but his heart’s not in it. There’s too much on his mind, too conflicted in his heart to tell the truth; his own words makes his ears ring. He can’t even lie to himself.

So he says his goodbyes, waits for the lobby to clear out and chatters away to his stream about when he might be on next. Upon ending the stream, he immediately opens the latest email from his producer, his latest project glaring back at him from the screen. 

Yes, his various ailments have his body aching, but the interactions he’s had with you are giving him a headache when he thinks too hard about them, and he feels woefully unproductive. Never Satisfied stares back at him, so close to being finished, mocking him. Scowling harder, he listens to what he has so far, making tweaks and notes, glad for the distraction, glad that his producer had as chaotic of a sleep schedule as he did. This was the home stretch; one more all-nighter and it would finally be done.

He texts Heartful that he’s getting to work.

It’s four in the morning when he finally stops for a break, his good eye starting to itch from staring at a screen for so long. With a yawn, he leans forward, out of his chair, groaning as he straightens up to a mostly standing position. Hands braced against the edge of his desk, he lets out a resigned sigh and wills his wings into existence. The weight of them curled up tight against his back, as was customary for them to be when non-corporeal, has him leaning a little further forward. Another yawn and he lets them uncurl, lets them stretch out behind him, knocking over an empty microphone stand as they went. He’d get that later. A grateful groan escapes him, it’s been far too long since he’d even had a half-assed stretch like this, wings helping to stretch all the aching muscles in his back that were simply impossible to stretch otherwise, no matter how much he’d twist. Even so, his studio wasn’t big enough to properly stretch them, and he really didn’t feel like laying on his living room floor right now; he’s kind of concerned he’d just fall asleep there. Instead, he kicks his chair to the side and hits shuffle on one of his Spotify playlists, doing what he can for himself in the limited space, and finally going to forage through his cupboards for something resembling a meal. Maybe drink water, Rae’s damn voice in his head.

At least with his wings around he didn’t need to bother turning on any lights; he’s gotta find joy in the little things.

Today, or well, the past twenty-four hours, was a series of cruel jokes, he decides, all leading to the moment he curls up his wings and sits back down at his desk. The moment he puts his headphones back on, he’s greeted by your voice, and he almost jumps a foot in the air, concerned that you’d called him.

"- who I became, dreading when the music stops, what if I just fade away?” In the split second he’s realised that it was just a song, just your voice, crooning, gentle and sad against a soft beat and the sound of rain, as i’m going through some stuff playing in his ears, it’s too late. Already his aura had gone off, and his computer cuts out, as his monitor cuts to darkness, so suddenly all he can see is his own, exhausted reflection in the monitor, backlit by his own wings... Not exactly flattering. 

Thankfully, it was only his computer that was affected, as he can still hear his refrigerator humming in the other room, so he wedges himself beneath his desk to reset the breaker for the power board that his whole system was connected to, grumbling to himself the whole time. 

If he was being honest, however, he was glad he didn’t have to hear more than a few seconds of your song. For a long time it had been one of his favourites, though at this point he’d rather die than admit that. Yes, it’s a good song, but it’s the last thing he needs to hear right now. If he listened to you voice half the fears he still tried to ignore, well right now it may kill him, and he was so close to being finished with Never Satisfied. So close.

Instead, he gives himself the moment in which his system is rebooting to scroll through Twitter and Instagram on his phone, checking his mentions for good fanart to appreciate, only to stumble across one of your stan accounts tagging both you and him in a clip that he hadn’t seen earlier. He’s not sure what possesses him to click it.

“Don’t follow me baby, swear I’m going to hell,” Corpse’s own words leave your lips as you’re focused on the game, on being imposter, leading Sykkuno into electrical to fix lights, and something about it sounds wrong and he can’t quite put his finger on it. He’d heard other lines of his leave your mouth, clips from the stream he’d been tagged in, and it always manages to surprise him. When you sing his songs, even just a little bit, something in the back of his mind, something that had appreciated you as an artist all this time, it’s grateful, it’s excited, it’s overwhelmed. He wouldn’t deny that part of himself, he couldn’t, it didn’t feel right, but upon hearing this line, that grateful part was overshadowed by a visceral bitterness.

The line had been a moment of self deprecation, the only Angel he knew of who, granted it was by some of his own choices, was almost certainly going to Hell, if you believe in that sort of thing of course. But you? Every single part of you seemed to be the exact antithesis to him; you’re what an Angel should be, and him? Well, the line said it all really. It’s just... it feels like you’re mocking him at every turn now that he knows, or well, strongly suspects. With evidence. Which you’re probably not; if you’re an Angel, you wouldn’t go out of your way to mock another angel, so now he’s all in his head, frustrated at himself for being frustrated at you for just... liking his song? 

He really should message you about earlier, clear things up, get out of his own mind and stop jumping to conclusions. Finding another angel was big, no matter his personal reservations, he should try and take this opportunity, right? Except that you hadn’t reached out to him either.

Damn it; he knows he needs to stop thinking about you and focus on his own shit. He turns off his phone and gently tosses it to the floor, out of sight out of mind. 

Maybe he’ll feel better when he finishes his song, feel more productive, feel... complete for just a few moments. Maybe he’d stop comparing himself to you. Maybe.

[ID: Two tweets, one from @sp00kybihh, and one from @yourtwitter, followed by a retweet and reply conversation between @ashton5sos, @yourtwitter, and @y/nirwin.

@sp00kybihh: why did y/n’s smile every time corpse just knew they were talking to him without them having to say anythign make me feel things?? u no we love day 1 ride-or-die y/nkunno, but corpse & y/n just seem to get each other wtf 🥺🥺

@yourtwitter: australians are asleep post forbidden youngblood cover

(Thumbnail of Y/N sitting in front of the camera, dressed casually, visible from the chest up. There is a black microphone on a stand in front of them that they’re holding. Their mouth is open, as if halfway through singing, their eyes are closed, their background is a simple, white wall. Above Y/N, in black, VCR font, is the word ‘youngblood’. There is a large play button in blue and white in the middle of the thumbnail, to indicate that it is a link to a video.

Link: youngblood - 5 seconds of summer | y/n y/l/n cover i miss my boys. i miss people. thank you 5sos for being cool about me covering this <3</i> twitter: @yourtwitter 🔗youtube.com)

@ashton5sos retweeted the link and commented: Y/N you said it was gonna be low effort, this is killer! All it’s missing is some drums. Reminds me, I’m still sad we never got to record that thing we wrote in New York. | @yourtwitter: ASHTON IT IS 8AM I HAVE HAD NO SLEEP AND WAS NOT EXPECTING SUCH A QUICK RESPONSE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU | @yourtwitter: also lmfao i forgot about that ny thing that was good, from what i remember. do u still have that recording of us?? i may or may not have forgotten everything about that night apart from it being a blast #bringbacknewyork | @ashton5sos: Calum has it but also its 2am and he’s asleep, which you should also do. You know the boys are gonna love this... #bringbacknewyork | @y/nirwin: thank u both i have decided to pass away effective immediately #bringbacknewyork

End ID.]

[doctor-genius-reid]

Penelope’s Cousin -part one-

↳ Word Count: 3,410

↳ Status: Edited

↳ Trigget Warning: None

↳ Can be found on my AO3 account (SunshineGrge) or on my Wattpad account (Fan-Fucking-Fiction)

You and Penelope Garcia might have been cousins, but you both were each other's best friend for as long as you and her could remember.

You had your hair curled and full of volume, a natural look of makeup on your face.

You had recently turned 21, and since you were now legal to drink that made Penelope decide to drag you out to the bar her and her co-workers were going to to take the edge off from their never ending work.

You had chosen to wear a tight fitting black dress that had spaghetti straps, the dress cutting off mid thigh, and had a low cut back with straps there fo make it look like it was loosely cross-stitched.

You had paired the dress with a pair of black wedged pumps and a small black purse.

You walked into the bar and glanced around before spotting your cousin with her co-workers she was always gushing to you about.

You strolled over, eyeing everyone.

Your eyes landed on one of them, his gaze casted down at the cup he held in hand.

You snapped out of your gaze and looked at Penelope. "Hey, Penny!" You leaned over and hugged her, not even realizing that a dark skinned man was eying your body.

"Eyes off my cousin, hot stuff." Penelope scolded her God-like-looking colleague.

You immediately stood up, blushing when you turned and noticed "hot stuff" was looking at you with a smirk.

"I'm Derek Morgan." He introduced himself, extending his hand out for you to shake.

You awkwardly gave him a small wave with your hand. "Sorry. I don't shake hands, not often anyway."

Derek turned to look at the guy you had noticed when you first walked over to the group, he playfully nudged him. "Looks like someone else is like you."

The guy blushed at that comment.

‘He is stunning.’ You thought.

His unruly brown curls, some dangling in front of his stunning hazel eyes, his bone structure should've been a crime. The way his cheekbones were sculpted and his jawline- it could cut glass, you swear to God it could've.

You shyly took the empty spot at the booth, it just so happened to be beside the stunning stranger.

"Hey." You said softly to him. "I'm Y/n."

He awkwardly looked at you, clearly still flustered due to the comment Derek had made. "I'm Spencer Reid. Uh, Doctor Spencer Reid." He replied quietly.

"Wow, this is a first. Reid isn't able to speak like he usually does." Derek laughed, earning laughter from the entire group.

A blond woman who was sitting beside Morgan who was sat beside Spencer gently reached over and patted his shoulder. "We all love you, Spence, but you do talk a lot."

He pouted and shrugged the blond's hand off his shoulder. "Whatever, J.J." He mumbled.

Garcia had soon enough properly introduced you to everyone, telling them how you two were similar yet different in so many ways.

"So... Y/n, do you have a boyfriend?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.

You took a sip of your club soda and gin. "Umm... no. No one had peaked my interest yet."

"Why's that? It's certainly not a problem getting a guy's attention, you're quite stunning." He replied, nudging Spencer. "Isn't that right?"

Spencer flushed deeply. "Uh, y-yeah. Right." He stuttered.

You shyly smiled. "It's not that guys don't find me... attractive. Uh, I suppose- it's just... they don't like how I can be at times..."

"What my dear cousin is saying... she's super nerdy." Penny interrupted you.

You blushed deeply. "Oh my God, Penny! Shut up." You said, clearly embarrassed.

"Have we found the girl version of Reid?" Emily teased. "I never thought I'd see the day."

Spencer cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. The other hand still held his cup.

"I'm not that nerdy..." You murmured. "I just- I enjoy reading and..."

"And photography!" Penelope cut you off. "She's aphotographer! She doesn't do it professionally, like I said she should, but she's really good."

You blushed. "I'm not that good." You mumbled.

"Yes, you are." Your cousin disagreed. "And you're just too modest to admit it."

You shrugged and gulped down the rest of your drink before standing up. "I'm going to go and get a refill."

You left the table to get a refill.

You returned a moment later with two glasses in hand. You sat back beside Reid and took a sip of your drink, noticing he placed his cup onto the table.

"So... Y/n, tell us about yourself." Emily said and smiled warmly at you. "We are very interested in knowing more about you."

"Uh, well... I just recently turned twenty-one, I just recently got hired as an FBI agent. Uh... here- actually where you all work." You said and ran a hand through your curled hair.

"Wait, Wait!" J.J put her hand up, showing you the palm of her hand. "You're an FBI agent and you're twenty-one?" She dropped her hand.

You nodded your head, taking another sip of your club soda and gin. "Yes, I graduated high school when I was eleven-years-old." You shrugged.

Everyone's eyes were on you, causing you to blush fiercely.

"What?" You questioned.

"You're possibly smarter than pretty boy, here, Y/n." Derek chuckled, nudging Spencer who was staring at you with an unreadable expression upon his face. "So what's your IQ?"

"Uh, it's one-hundred-and-ninety." You answered. "Why? Is that important?"

Derek smirked. "Someone is smarter than Reid." He laughed. "And is going to be a part of the FBI department."

"I'm actually joining the B.A.U, thanks to Penelope for getting me an interview with Aaron Hotchner."

Penelope grinned widely. "I wanted more time with my favourite person." She laughed before gulping down the rest of her fruity drink.

You laughed and gulped down the rest of your drink before taking a sip of your second.

J.J and Emily both grinned at you.

"I'm glad we're having another woman out on the field with us." Emily said and nodded her head lightly in approval.

You smiled at the two women before looking at Spencer — who was being quiet — with a raised eyebrow, you hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right?" You asked quietly.

He usually would've shrugged a stranger's hand off him, but he for some reason didn't care that you had touched him.

"I'm, uh- I'm fine." He murmured out a response.

You stood up. "I'm in need of letting loose, and so do you." You grabbed his hand — the alcohol getting to you, taking over your usually very cautious brain — and pulled him up from where he sat. "You're dancing with me." You put your drink down.

"I've never seen Reid dance." Derek commented.

Spencer hesitantly followed you, allowing you to drag him to the dance floor.

As you were moving away from the table, you heard Emily say, "it's about time Spencer has found someone who’s loose... and a genius like him."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the heat rising to your face.

The music was loud, upbeat and vibrating the dance floor. 'S&M' by 'Rihanna' was playing.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips, wrapping your own arms around his neck before turning around and letting your backside press against his frontside.

You let the alcohol fog your brain as you started to lightly sway your hips side to side, slowly starting to grind against the young Doctor.

You felt him slowly loosen up, clearly not used to doing so or being at parties. He started to slowly reciprocate the dirty dancing.

"Woo! Get some, Reid!" Derek shouted from the booth the team was still sat at and drinking.

You weren't going to lie, you definitely found Spencer beyond stunning from the moment you saw him and you wouldn't mind if you had a one night stand with him.

You weren't usually one for one night stands, but you would with him.

You turned around to face him, licking your lower lip before slowly leaning in.

Your faces were an inch apart, lips almost brushing against each other.

His hazel orbs were staring into your e/c ones, hesitant. "I- we... we shouldn't." He breathed out.

You blinked. "What?" You breathed back, completely confused.

Most guys didn't deny kissing you, like ever.

"I just... I don't- if we were to kiss, I mean.... I want it to be memorable, not because you're drunk and in a bar with me." He murmured out quietly. "A woman like you should- should be cherished and respected, not just some one night stand whilst you're drunk. A woman as beautiful and smart as you- you deserve so much more than drunk sex."

You blinked, once again.

No one had ever said such words to you before.

"No one has ever said that to me." You said quietly. "They don't usually care at all when it comes to having a one nightstand with them or making out with them."

He smiled softly at you, wrapping his arms lightly around your waist. "Ive never met anyone smarter than me, and especially not someone I'm to be working with."

You lazily grinned at the Doctor. "What's your IQ?"

"I have an IQ of one hundred-and-eighty-seven, an eidetic memory, and I can read twenty-thousand words per minute." He replied.

"Hot and super smart." You commented, grinning widely.

That had caused his face to flush a bright red colour.

——

You awoke with a pounding headache, a dry throat, and an arm draped over your waist.

Your eyes groggily opened, glancing around and noticing an unfamiliar room.

You slowly turned your body on the unfamiliar mattress, the sheets moving with you, and you glanced over to see who was laying with you.

You blushed when you realized that it was Spencer who was laying beside you. His lips parted as he slept, laying on his stomach and his face was facing you.

You couldn't help but admire the other's features, his long eyelashes and unruly curls. A few messy curls were on his face.

You shyly moved your hand up and brushed the curls away from his face.

You immediately looked down to see if you were still dressed after you noticed that Spencer had no shirt on.

You sighed in relief when you saw you had clothes on still- mind you it wasn't yours, but you had clothing on.

You figured he had let you borrow some of his own clothing.

Spencer stirred, his hazel orbs appearing a moment later. He shyly smiled at you. "Hey." He rasped out.

"Hey..." You breathed out. "What happened last night?" You asked, running a hand through your hair. "I got so drunk, I don't remember."

"You clung onto me all night at the bar, I tried to drive you home- however, you ended up begging me to take you home with me." Spencer began.

"I wasn't too sure on, well, bringing you home with me... but I didn't want to you to feel upset, so here we are." He continued.

You were a blushing mess.

He quickly realized his arm was draped over you, blushing, he removed his arm. "Sorry about that." He apologized. "I didn't realize I was, uh- well... umm."

You shyly smiled at the young Doctor. "It's okay." You assured him.

You bit your lower lip for a moment. "Thanks for making sure I was alright last night, you didn't have to."

"I know, but I'd have felt bad if I didn't make sure you were okay." He answered.

You pursed your lips for a moment, in thought. "Why did you? Take care of me, I mean... you just met me." You blushed.

"I- I'm not sure, I just..." He stumbled over his words, slightly sitting up and running a hand through his messy brown curls. "I suppose I just- I feel connected to you? I'm not sure, I'm not- I'm not good with expressing my thoughts sometimes." He looked into your e/c eyes.

You shyly smiled as you sat up. "I'm not either, so I understand."

——

It had been a month and a half since you got drunk at the bar in front of the team and Spencer, and you having ended up waking up in the Doctor's bed the next morning.

You had managed to become good friends with the young Doctor, though. He was someone you could easily talk with and keep conversation flowing.

It might of had to do with the fact that you both were highly intelligent and a lot alike.

You were currently sitting at your desk — that was beside Spencer's — in the bullpen and talking with him.

"You are way off." He exclaimed, laughing and shaking his head.

"There's no way that I am way off, Spence." You replied. "My IQ is three points higher than yours."

He pouted. "Ugh! I know, stop reminding me."

"Sorry, pretty boy." Derek laughed. "But I doubt anyone will stop reminding you."

He had been listening to you and Spencer having a fact war. It was quite entertaining.

"Yeah, handsome. No one is dropping that fact anytime soon." You laughed, agreeing with Morgan.

Spencer blushed after you called him handsome.

You weren't usually one to call him "handsome" or "pretty boy", so it was rare when you called him nicknames like that.

Derek smirked. "When are you two going to bone already?"

That caused you to blush, and Spencer to blush even more.

"Derek!" You exclaimed, shaking your head. "Spencer and I- well, we're friends." You stumbled over your words. "It's... we- we haven't, uh... we didn't bone, and ... won't?"

"You don't even know if you want to not bone Spencer. Ha!" Morgan laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you.

"Shut up, Morgan." Spencer said, finally saying something after being silent for a couple minutes.

"Yeah, shut up." You said to Derek.

Derek just eyed the two of you with that stupid smirk still upon his face.

——

"Ha!" Spencer grinned at you. "You lose, again, Sanchez." He slammed his cards down onto the table. "Flush!"

You pouted. "You're from Vegas!" You exclaimed. "Of course you're good at poker!"

He shrugged. "That, and you just suck at it."

"Enough children." J.J joked.

You grinned at Jennifer. "You're only like nine-years older than me." Brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I am not a child."

"You're twenty-one-years-old, definitely a child." Derek teased.

"And Spencer's like twenty-three-years-old." Morgan continued.

"I'm actually almost twenty-four-years-old." Spencer corrected.

You snorted lightly, trying to hold back your laughter at Reid's super serious expression.

"Lighten up, Reid. You're starting to remind me of my grandfather." You teased.

He blushed. "Shut up." He murmured and shyly looked out the window of the jet.

The team and you were heading to Las Vegas for a case.

"Make me." You challenged, resting your elbows onto the table and leaning forward.

You were sat across from the young Doctor — who was sat beside Morgan — and you were sitting beside Emily.

Spencer looked over at you, an unreadable look upon his face. His hazel orbs staring into your e/c ones.

You loved his eyes... They were just so stunning and captivating. You wouldn't mind staring into them all day if you could.

"Y/n?" Derek called.

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts."Huh?"

"I think someone has a crush on pretty boy." Derek smirked at you.

You felt your neck and cheeks heat up, even the tips of your ears were red. "Screw off. I- I do not!" You stumbled over your words.

Truth was, you really did have a crush on the young Doctor.

Spencer cleared his throat. "That's very doubtful, Morgan." His cheeks turning a light shade of red.

"You two are sometimes such idiots for being geniuses." Derek commented before pulling out his headphones and MP3 player. "Idiots in love." He mumbled under his breath.

"I agree with Derek." Emily stated before looking at the case files.

You and Spencer both shared a confused glance at each other, both clearly unsure and embarrassed.

——

"What's your plans for Christmas?" You asked Spencer as you slung your satchel onto your left shoulder.  You were getting ready to leave the bureau with him, having agreed to give him a ride to his apartment.

You both were the last two of the team to leave.

"I'm thinking about visiting my mom for the holidays since I haven't gotten the chance to see her much since the team has been working over time." Spencer replied, putting his own satchel onto his shoulder. "She'll be thrilled to get a surprise visit from me." He grinned.

“That’s great, Spence.” You replied, patting his shoulder. “You’ve got to let me meet this amazing woman who you call mom, you’re always talking about her.”

“You...” He hesitated, blushed. “Err, uh...”

“Spence, what is it?” You asked.

“I just- I was going to suggest that... that maybe you’d like to go with me? Like come see my mom with me?” He stumbled over his words.

“I’d like that.” You said and interlocked your arm with his own, leading him to the elevator. “Spending time with my favourite person and getting to meet his mom? Sounds like a win win for me.” You looked at him, he was blushing.

“Why so red in the face?” You teased, using your free hand and playfully pinching one of his cheeks. “You embarrassed or something?”

“What? No.” Spencer said, his voice a pitch higher than its usual tone. “I’m not embarrassed, I’m just- I... it’s nothing... I’m not embarrassed.” His cheeks turning a darker shade of red.

He pressed the elevator button for the ground floor.

“Hey, Spence?” You murmured a moment later while the elevator moved down to the ground floor.

“Yeah?” He replied, looking at you.

“You know I was serious, right?” You bit your lower lip.

“Serious?” His eyebrows furrowed. “About what?”

“About you being my favourite person, silly.” You smiled softly. “You really are my favourite person, no lie. I’m honestly glad to have you in my life.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up with emotion.

You weren’t sure what emotion, unable to figure it out.

He smiled warmly. “You’re my favourite person as well.” He said honestly.

You unlocked your arm from his and hugged him, his arms wrapped around your waist. “You’re the best, don’t forget it.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

You moved away from him and walked out of the elevator, him following, you both headed over to your car.

——

“You need to stop dancing around your feelings for pretty boy, it has been over a year.” Derek said and chuckled. “It’s obvious to everyone that you like him, and clearly he likes you too considering he brought you to meet his mother.”

He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the counter in the break room. “He hasn’t ever brought anyone close to him to see his mom, no one except you.”

“Derek...” You blushed. “How in the hell am I supposed to tell him how I feel? He’s my best friend, I really don’t want to risk ruining anything- especially if he doesn’t feel the same.”

You ran a hand through your hair, you grabbed a mug from the break room cabinet before starting a freshly brewed pot of coffee.

“Everyone can tell he has feelings for you, it’s just as obvious as it is of your feelings for him.” Morgan chuckled. “It’s so obvious.”

“What man has feelings for you?” Reid questioned, having only caught the last sentence of yours and Morgan’s conversation.

“Uh...” You breathed out.

“You.” Derek answered. “You have feelings for Y/n.” He grinned cheekily.

Spencer’s face turned red. “W-what? I- uh... I- huh?” He stumbled over his words, a nervous habit of his.

“Spence, do... do you have feelings for me?” You asked.

“I... uh- I...” The young Doctor blushed even more. “I... yeah.” He replied quietly. “I do, yeah. It’s true.”

You blushed and smiled warmly at your best friend. “I have feelings for you too, Spence.”

“I’ll leave you two kids to talk.” Morgan said and walked away from the break room.

[inamessm]

I rarely write on Tumblr (most of the time I just reblog movies/dramas related stuff) but this fic is so good that I couldn't stop myself from gushing about it here. Please give it some well-deserved love. The author  ea_tover did an amazing job.

It's so well-written that it became not only my current source of joy, but also helps me deal with the fact that there's still no info about season three of  FoS. (I personally try to enjoy this fic in small doses, so it would take me longer to finish it, but it's so addictive that I need a lot of willpower to stop myself from reading the whole thing lol.)

Reading this work also re-ignited my recently discovered passion for writing and for FoS. I got motivated to finally finish writing my own fics.

It takes me quite a while to post a complete work, because  when the ideas keep coming, I  have a tendency to write the outline of one story, and before I complete it, I start to write another one, based on another idea. I write different fics simultaneously instead of focusing on just one. As a result, I currently have about six drafts that include medium-lenght ones, some drabbles and one quite long multi-chapter fic.

I set my sights on finishing at least one of them by the end of February.

Wish me luck lol.

[f-o-b]

Question: what things do you ship? I'm curious

I haven't really been into shipping like I used to back in the day, like I still secretly like a ton and look up uhhh art of 👀 but I don't post about it and barely read fics anymore, ya know. But my actual forever OTP is Peterick. Holy cow. I've always been obsessed with Pete and Patrick's relationship and used to read tons of fics back in the day. I'll bold my top favorites in this list.

Fictional Ships:

- Katara + Zuko (Avatar)

- Korra + Bolin (Legend of Korra)

- Nadia + Julian (The Arcana)

- Lucien + MC (Mr Love)

- Nikki + Kimi (Love Nikki)

- Lucifer + Lord Diavolo (Obey Me)

- Shepard + Garrus (Mass Effect)

- Midoriya + Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

- Hawks + Endeavor (My Hero Academia)

- Eraser Head + Present Mic (My Hero again lol)

- Nines + Gavin (Detroit: Become Human)

- Cecil + Carlos (WTNV)

- Aziraphale + Crowley (Good Omens)

- Venom + Eddie (Venom, obvs)

- McCree + Hanzo (Overwatch)

Those are my big ones. There's ofc a bunch, bunch more lol, but they're mostly just character + MC stuff though.

Real life ships other than Peterick:

- Frerard fo sho

- Trohley (fluff, nonsexual)

- Gabilliam back in the day

- I used to be a big Ryden, Brencer, Brallon, and Joncer shipper lmao but not anymore at all

- Larry Stylinson was another old ship ahaha

- Rhink (fluff, nonsexual)

- Crankiplier (fluff, nonsexual)

- Mavin

(Fluff/nonsexual clarification added as I do ship the pair but only interact with romantic/intimate/loving stuff and avoid content with any actual sexual imagery of said ship.)

Omfg. Sorry this is so long!!! (I would have put it under a read more if I knew how to on mobile lmao) I actually had a lot of fun writing the list out and remembering old stuff!! If anyone sees this and wants to gush about any of these ships with me, I super encourage it because I haven't talked to people about any of my ships on here other than Peterick lmao. Thank you for the ask 😁💕

[khaotungsfirst]

pls talk about your favorite ships 😊

GLADLY!!

ok first up: ever given, my beloved. she a bad b with a phat ass and we love her for it!

jk jk 😂

god this is such an open-ended question idek where to start. i guess i’ll just go down the list of my current ships and gush abt each one 💖

wangxian (the untamed)

still my no. 1 ship atm. god i love them so much!! their story makes me so soft 😭😭 they are literally perfect for each other. no offense but i truly don’t understand ppl who can ship either one of them with anyone else like??? i’m talking abt cql wangxian btw cause i haven’t read the novel but i know there are some more problematic things going on... cql wangxian tho?? litchrally perfection 🙌 they way lwj explained to wwx that the forehead ribbon is sacred and can only be touched by family and significant others and then PUTS IT AROUND WWX’S WRIST IN THE SAME EPISODE?? which is only episode 6 btw like... wOW. and the ending.... i bawled 😭😭 it’s just so nice to have a canon ship that you know is endgame and has always been endgame for each other. like would i have loved a kiss? absolutely!! but even with censorship they manage to invoke so many emotions in me it’s unreal, i will probably never get over them.

xuexiao (the untamed)

look i am allowed to have one toxic ship! and the potential with these two is just astronomical!! there’s so much delicious stuff in this ship. like they’re both already so interesting individually as characters, putting them together makes for a lot of fun and pain (mostly pain tho but that’s why we love it). it’s about the bittersweetness... it’s about the betrayal and the trauma... it’s about the building a home together... 

deyi (we best love)

oof these two... they don’t know how to communicate and it’s infuriating but also so much fun to get angry at them for it. shi de being in love with shu yi for 10+ years and when shu yi finds out he’s like “it’s my business”? KING! shu yi realising that he has feelings fo shi de and screaming his love confession from the top of a bridge? KING! the miscommunication? the drama of it all? INCREDIBLE! them being the softest mfs ever? I’M CRYING! 

wenzhou (word of honor)

i am LIVING for the scenes we get with this ship like censorship whom?? wkx really is out here proclaiming his love after knowing zzs for two minutes and the way zzs gets softer and softer over time? i’m AAAAAAHHHH! also they already have a son!! and a daughter!! it’s amazing! i’m truly feeling the gay vibes with this one and it’s so much fun. add in the fact that both of them really aren’t good people... mhh love it!

adeo (tatort saarbrücken)

listen, (childhood) friends to lovers is MY JAM!!! add in a tragic/complicated history and i WILL ship it, no questions asked (see also: me having stucky as my otp for like 3 years). it just makes it better now that they’re adults and they still have so many unresolved emotions and tension between them and uuuughhhh the potential for softness is so great!! 

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we’re going into rpf territory now so if you’re uncomfortable with that, skip this 😊 (and yes, i am able to differentiate between reality and fiction, thank you very much)

yizhan

i mean... yibo being too shy to ask xz for his wechat? yibo auditioning twice for the role of lwj after it was announced that xz got the lead role? all of the bts candy? xz being protected by yibo’s bodyguard?

samyu

i am not immune to fanservice okay? like i know sam has a gf (and i absolutely hate that some fans think it’s okay to bully her online like get a reality check) but ugh they’re just so soft with each other. i just enjoy watching their interactions. also sam is always a crackhead and i live for the way yu gets so flustered/weirded out by it 😂

minsung and chanlix (stray kids)

aaaaaaaahhhhh i thought i left the days of shipping band mates far behind but.... apparently not 🙃 listen han and minho just seem to have this easy connection with each other (also minho asking han if he likes him in that way or in that other way i- 👁👄👁) and chan and felix are literally soulmates (chan said it himself!) i’m just sayin.. stray kids are not straight kids 👀

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anon sent: A lot fo the time I really like your Danny characterization, but other times it’s just... very out of characted, I don’t see Danny that submissive or calling somone daddy, like the stuff you have with sardonicsouls

So, I have been thinking about the best way to answer this for a few days now, and I think I figure it out, but oh boy, it’s going under a cut, cause I have a feeling it’s gonna go long :p 

First of all, thank you. I love Danny and knowing that people appreciate the way I write him feels really damn good. 

Now, for the most part, my Danny is canon divergent anyway so if he gets a bit OOC it probably comes with the territory. Because canon did shit to Danny that I’ll never forgive them for and I do ignore that like the plague, so yeah. 

Here’s the thing about Danny and being submissive. He doesn’t do that a lot, that’s true, because Danny is a reserved guy and he holds things close to his chest, he’s anxious and a little insecure, and probably doesn’t exam the things he needs as close as he should. 

But Danny is a man that has a whole fuckton of responsibilities in his day to day life, he’s in charge of so much, and he has so much riding on his shoulders, and... sometimes he just needs to let go. He needs to let himself go with someone he trusts will be there to catch him. 

Nate ( @sardonicxsouls ) is someone that snuck into Danny’s life and wrapped himself around Danny’s heart and became someone that Danny can trust with everything that he is. Nate has always been there for him, and Danny has no doubt in his mind and heart that he’ll always be there. Nate has never let him down, he has proved to Danny over and over again that he can depend on him. He has shown Danny that he loves him without measure and without judgement, and if you know that, you know how important that is. And Danny loves him. And he knows that Nate wants and likes taking care of him like that, so yeah, he gets a special title. But he earned that. If you can’t see that, it’s maybe because a lot of the relationship is developed a bit privately, either by me and Alex gushing at each other about the boys, or writing on discord, and things like that. But trust me, Danny and Nate? One of my very favorite things to write, and something that I’m very proud of, and so is my boy. 

But if you really can’t see it, Danny being submissive and all that? Buddy, I’m not gonna try to change your mind and you’re welcome to just not read it. Don’t worry, I won’t take it personally :)